Time to Confess_Memories of the Marble Stairs_Reflection to the Rescue_Owen's Dilemma
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Time to Confess
We tended to stay up late, my wife and I, but the decision we had to face was important enough to make sure that our son, Hunter, was asleep when we had our discussion. He being at the age of six, that was no easy task, especially during the summer. We sought to give him the best day ever, and engaged in all sorts of activities we knew he would love. We spent the day at to the beach, visited the vintage arcade on the boardwalk, and ate cherry-flavored snow cones as the sun began to set.After wrangling him into his bed clothes, he insisted he wasn’t tired, even after about ten rounds of hide an...
Memories of the Marble Stairs
“Thank you, darling. The way you serve the tea brings back the memories...”Good. Kinda hoped for it.“I recall having tea after our first concert in the Palace club, just like that – white porcelain of the pot, and tiny cups around, and cubes of sugar, and milk – rich and cold, and most remarkable – that vapor, how it fills the room, thick and redolent...”Gosh, I love listening to her. It’s like walking into another world, rediscovering places awww.onedoor.ccs she guides you through. “And the boys: Tommy still nervous, twitching; Charlie still clutching the saxophone, John on ease, reserved in his laughter, ...
Reflection to the Rescue
“Good morning, ma’am!” greeted the seventeen year old waitress to the usual visitor, Rebecca Dupont. Despite being so young, she had dark circles underneath her eyes, a strained smile and a frail body which obviously needed more time to be taken care of. “Good morning, Ava. May I occupy the seat by the window?” Miss Brown asked walking in with confident strides. She was a young lady in her end twenties. She was in a silk shirt, which was in the lightest shade of pink, which blended well with her chiffon, tulip skirt which had intricately carved buttons embedded on a side. Her auburn tresses ha...
Owen's Dilemma
Owen thought about sitting under the tree with Bernice many summers ago. Even though they weren't romantically involved, he had a special relationship with her. She was his mentor and friend. Bernice had long honey blonde hair and was tall and thin. She had earned tenure at an early age and became the chair of the English Department before she was thirty. Owen trusted her more than anyone else on the faculty. He fantasized about kissing her and caressing her supple skin, but Bernice was married to a young lawyer. He came close to kissing her that one night underneath the oak where they sp...