Brewing Trouble_Understanding_Lost and Alone_The Spoon
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Brewing Trouble
BREWING TROUBLE I was struggling to get the cauldron out of the shed when Leila burst in through the back door looking very dishevelled – grey hair like a fuzzy halo around her head and duffle coat done up on the wrong toggles. ‘Got it’ she cried ‘got it all’. ‘Shhh - the neighbours!’ I was trying to quieten her down knowing that when she was hyped up like this she was liable to screech out anything. Next door had been very funny with us since last year when we’d been doing an incantation over the pot (very quietly) for that nice Mr Jones from the greengrocer. He’d wanted to ‘get i...
Understanding
A bright, white light fills my vision. I wince, gritting my teeth as the shine fades and I focus on what’s happening. But as my vision clears, all I still see is white — a thick, white blanket of snow, stretching in every possible direction. I don’t undwww.onedoor.ccerstand. What happened? I don’t even remember how I got here… I had a couple beers but definitely not enough to end up alone in a big, open field. I look up to find a pale night sky with a few glittering stars above me. Yeah. Something crazy must’ve happened. I clamor up to my feet, stretching out my arms to balance. I might be hungover and...
Lost and Alone
"Hey mom, where's my breakfast?", I called out from the kitchen.Mom popped her head out from my brother's room, "I'm sorry honey, I've been cleaning all morning, I didn't have any time to prepare breakfast for you.""Now what am I supposed to do?", I grumbled, rolling my eyes."I'm so sorry honey, you know I love you but your younger brothers are quite a handful", Mom tried for a smile, but I turned around and ignored her."What about my coffee? My morning coffee?"Mom froze and put her hand in her head, "I'm so sorry honey, but I can only do so much...""And does that explain the reason why I was ...
The Spoon
The golden spoon of Ms. Hampshire was well known, in these parts, as a trinket of inestimable family value. It had been many decades since it had seen any practical application, but it was said that Baron Vindelin Hampshire, he of incredible antiquity and near-mythological achievement, had once proffered the utensil to the then King of England himself. She kept the spoon under lock and key, in a far-removed basement chamber of the house, and her esteem could survive this thanks to the efforts of a great-grandmother who had been on good terms with a casting smith. The colored tin replica on dis...