My journal of big words and pretty pictures
He was never someone who willing shared his feelings. He’d just hold it all inside, dropping vague hints about things that were bothering him, but never saying exactly what the problem was. It started as a joke. During a particular frustrating lull in daily conversations - he denied any passive-aggressive silent treatment - I told … Continue reading Penny for your thoughts
She picked an old-fashioned tea kettle because it whistled when the water boiled. That evoked wonderful memories of her grandfather, and how Gramps taught her to brew the perfect cup of tea. Now, the process was a meditation for her. She took great care in selecting the right leaf, heating the water to just this … Continue reading The perfect cup of tea
“A very dramatic rescue this morning, Bercu.” Minkin Bercu, a Level 5 Guardian Angel, licked creamy icing off his fingers as he popped the final bite of a grande Cinnabon roll into his mouth. He nodded at his co-workers, smiling around the gooey brioche. “Too bad you couldn’t save everyone.” A group of lower angels … Continue reading A job well-done
It was the smell, a pungent citrusy, fruity cloying sweetness that triggered the memory. Fuzzy at first, just flashes of light and shadow. Holding the open jug of liquid detergent under my nose, I inhaled the scent of grapefruit and cherries, and remembered the taste of pink penicillin. As I stood at the sink, the … Continue reading The scent of cherries
A possible sequel to this story... “Ooo… you’re the beneficiary of a vast fortune.” Colin held up a letter, waving it with a grand flourish. “Nigerian?” Gatta kept filling in the Saturday crossword in the Times. “No, Hurin,” he said, folding the paper and making as if to tear it in half. “What?” She tossed … Continue reading Uppity women
The story so far… Agatha was waiting when the sergeant knocked on her door. He barely recognized the woman standing at the threshold. “Are you ready?” Calen took Agatha’s satchel. Agatha checked her apron pocket for her ever-present string of beads. ‘I am,” she said. “Let’s make Rája wish the spirits kept him in the … Continue reading Meeting of the minds
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