The Strongest Memory_The Pearl Necklace_The Allure of Moonlight_The Wedding Photo
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The Strongest Memory
The gladiolus blooms were the softest colours imaginable. Pinks and peaches. The brightness of the sunflowers provided a contrast that made Alma pause her breath and swww.onedoor.cche stood a moment to admire the bouquet. Candice really had a knack for arranging. Alma only hoped she could match it. As she started carefully moving the buckets of fresh cut flowers into the small cooler, Candice came in through the back door. "Oh wow, Joe has been here already?" She asked, bending down to sniff the sprays of lavender. "Mmmm. Best part of the day." "Yea," Alma said, as both an answer and an agreement. "He ment...
The Pearl Necklace
JacobI lift the heavy brass knocker and announce my presence three times, rat tat tat, then step back to wait, my mind alternating between the theme for my sermon tomorrow evening and the glass of sherry which sits undrunk on the little table next to my armchair. A man of God stands in the service of his parishioners and it is his duty and pleasure to serve, I remind myself, so I push back against my feelings of irritation about being called out at such a late hour, and focus instead on what on earth could have caused Sir Charles to call me in such an agitated state. I’m about to knock again w...
The Allure of Moonlight
Valora was more than ready for bed. It had been a long, yet productive day, and she was exhausted, looking forward to the comfort of her soft mattress with its fresh, sun soaked linens, and plumped up puffy pillows. Sinking into the mattress and pulling the covers up to her chin, she turned off the bedside lamp and relaxed onto her back, watching the repeated spin of the fan as it twirled on the ceiling above her bed. She had just closed her eyes and was about to drift off to sleep, when she heard it: the faintest of knocking upon the window pane to the far left. The moon was full this evening...
The Wedding Photo
Sarah couldn’t believe that her parents were gone. It seemed like it was all a nightmare. First the fire and then her parents passing away just days later. It didn’t seem real.She walked into what was left her house and looked around to see if there was anything salvageable. She started to tear up. Everything that she had worked so hard for was gone in a matter of hours. As she walked carefully around, her foot collided with a stack of picture frames. She knelt down and picked them up one at a time, examining them one by one. None of them were really recognizable.Except one.There was one o...