JC in Narnia_We Will Miss You, Uncle Miltie_Thank you for your (?) contributions_Chew the Nail
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JC in Narnia
Amy lifted the whistling steel kettle from the gas stove, using a blue gel pot holder. Carefully pouring the boiling water over the tea leaves in the glass teapot, she absently reached for her mug. Amy liked to drink her tea from a white china mug. After years of Nursing and grabbing the first available cup, Amy couldn’t now bring herself to drink tea out of any mug unless she could see the bottom of it.Having strained the tea leaves, she poured her first drink of tea for the day. Sitting back in her recliner chair, Amy cradled the mug in two hands and took a sip. Ooh, that was hot, she though...
We Will Miss You, Uncle Miltie
There were a series of light taps on the front door of my parents’ home in a suburb of Cleveland, Ohio. It was a Tuesday night in late November, 1950. I opened the door and was greeted by my aunts and uncles who entered the room without their usual hullabaloo and seated themselves. The room was a bit warm and stuffy but a November chill was in the air.Everyone directed their attention to the television at one end of the room. They understood the unstated rules for this weekly rendezvous, the most important of which was that no idle chit-chat. Everyone had come for one purpose. This was serious...
Thank you for your (?) contributions
Emma was at the furthest end of the trade show, aimlessly doing “competitive research” and wondering if it was too late for coffee, when her phone rang.A hearty voice at the other end invited her to dinner with the German sales team that evening, “in recognition of her work for the German market.”Far from being grateful, Emma felt nothing but bewilderment. Had she done anything for the German market? A year prior she had custowww.onedoor.ccmized some marketing material for a local customer. It took about a day. Somehow that didn’t seem worthy of dinner. Cautiously, striving for polite but aware she was only...
Chew the Nail
Jasper felt a yearning. He wasn't exactly sure for what but guessed a woman might be the answer. He went to Wal-Mart to buy a new shirt and pants, and went to the supermarket, and asked Lucille, the cashier, to coffee. It looked to him like she laughed at him, but she said yes. He stuck his first finger in his mouth to chew the nail. He felt buoyant. He hurried back to his tiny basement apartment and checked in the mirror to see if he needed a haircut. He worked as a sanitation engineer in his mind which others saw as the janitor at the middle school. He pictured Lucille and stuck his first fi...