Third Times the Charm_Trip Around the Block_Snowbound Memories_Memories Between Pages
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Third Times the Charm
The first day she saw him, he wore a brown cap and navy-blue tie. An oxygen tank sat beside his feet, and his hands trembled ever so slightly.On the second day, his tie was striped, and he ordered their new pumpkin-spice coffee with cream. On the third day, a dandelion was pinned to his shirt. She smiled, nodding as she poured his coffee.“That’s a very nice flower,” She said, and he met her gaze with a smile. He tapwww.onedoor.ccped a shaky finger against the dandelions stem.“It’s my wife's birthday.” He said. She grinned.“You must love her a lot.” She said, and he nodded. “Oh yes,” He told her, and reache...
Trip Around the Block
I haven’t even got outta bed yet and my anxiety is building with every clock tic. I hate this…another potential disaster day on the horizon what a shocker. I should be use to this by now but no not me its like the first time all over again. My stress levels are escalating…tic,tic,tic. “Here we go again” I say to myself throwing my hands in the air. This usually begins a downward spiral of the day, mental anguish, the shakes, cold sweats, the usual. I know…I’m pathetic, I cant handle anything, it’s just a birthday no big whoop right? Birthday parties are fun well they should be fun, no…it’s...
Snowbound Memories
When the coldest months stepped their icy feet upon the Isle of Mixed Blood’s shores, the winter brought with them took no prisoners. Though the Stormshield Mountains along the northern coast often blocked the worst of the weather, bulbous and rolling clouds of dark gray yet carried a frigid chill that helped birth raging inland snowstorms. What fiery colors remained of the autumn were soon buried in snowdrifts or encased in crystalline ice, and invasions of frozen flakes whipped through the air for days and sometimes weeks on end before any respite.When this year’s initial storm cleared at la...
Memories Between Pages
*Based on a true friendship*The doorbell rings and I jolt from my thoughts nearly spilling my coffee. The dogs are barking ferociously at the Amazon delivery man as he walks back down the pathway to his truck. I let them calm down before I attempt to open the front door to grab my package. I’d really rather not chase them through the neighborhood. Again. I smile proudly at my guard dogs doing their duty. No one would dare break in once their intimidating barks are heard. I certainly don’t need an alarm system. They resume their afternoon nap. I sneak to the front door, slowly turn the deadlock...