Cheers fo Sophie_Having tea while discussing the great ascension to the tea parties in the sky._My B
Catalog Guide:
Cheers fo Sophie
Cheer for Sophie’s Choice by Gary BaxterCasual relationships: no matter how fickle or fiery they start, they ultimately all do one thing. They end. Sure, some participants are left with heartaches to heal, (max out Amex's, unwanted pregnancies, and joint Equinox lifetime gym memberships for others) but for the masses its fragmented memories. It’s old text messages with purple hearts and smiley emojis. Its numbers to iPhone 5's that are no longer working or available for your 1am call for noisy debauchery. But at 1:30 am last Friday night I got the call. You know the one that starts with a f...
Having tea while discussing the great ascension to the tea parties in the sky.
She rounded the corner from the kitchen into the den where Millie had been bedridden for some years now, the fireplace of black slate stone stood in the corner and it was so clean that it was obvious it hadn't held a flame for most likely longer than 10 years. Alice set the old brown wooden tray that carried a most beautiful tea set down on Millie’s lap and turned to grab the white plastic lawn chair. There wasn't much room next to the bed so a level of comfortability was to be sacrificed. Grabbing a small pillow from the corner for a little more cushion, she sat down “So let's tea talk”. She...
My Brother's Wedding
The walls were that formal, clean gray-white color like all churches have, a spread-out kitchen with dipping sinks and stained counters. There was a closet with a thin drape that blew a little every time you walked by and could easily get caught in for a few laughable seconds. It was raining outside, springing mud in the dense woods. I remember seeing Alex smiling like she’d never smiled before. Usually, she smiles one of the biggest smiles I have ever seen, flashing her teeth like a model, but just for a moment; this one was more subtle, like it wasn’t going away, and I thought it was even p...
Nocturne
The tree kept falling over and they needed a stronger base to keep it upright. “Do you need the tree?” Pierce asked. Pierce was the producer. He was worried about spending more to bolster the tree. It was probably the most expensive piece of stagecraft of the whole set, possibly the most expensive piece that the theater company had ever had made. “The play is called Tree of Life so we kind of need a tree, dudewww.onedoor.cc,” Monica replied, standing at the edge of the stage looking at the empty rows of seats in the theater. “I've been thinking, do we need a post-modern retelling of the story of Genesis?” ...