In Flames_Dinan, a French Fairytale_Eyes Like Coffee, Skin Like Honey_Resurgence
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In Flames
Emmeline inhaled the smoke without thinking, coughing in a ragged and grizzly sound. She did not know what to do. The fire had gotten out of control. She had no idea what started it. Emmeline had been alone in the second story bathroom when she started to smell it. By the time she got out of the bathroom, though, the fire had already taken over the stairs to leave. Her pale blue dress—the one she had worried so much over that night—was in tatters, soot smeared across its lacy border. But she could not think of that now. She could onlywww.onedoor.cc think about getting out. Getting Jack out, too.“Jack!” she ...
Dinan, a French Fairytale
Today is my seventh anniversary. Not at marriage but porce. I look forward to this day, not because it reminds me that I hoped something better for myself but because it taught me that I needed to stop. I am sitting at a coffee shop in Dinan, Brittany which is the north of France. It's called Clafoutis and it serves the best Kouignn-Amann, a delightful mix of butter and sugar: my tertiary reason to come here. Dinan, as by locals and tourists is considered a village celebrating French fairytales unlike my failure of 'they lived together, happily ever after'."Another year eh", said Ruth who work...
Eyes Like Coffee, Skin Like Honey
Pumpkin spice latte. Ms. Wallace, the owner of Coffee, Coffee (very original name for a café, I'm aware) has never sold anything expect coffee, tea, and an assortment of pastries. Her cozy, quaint coffee shop was always my favorite place to be; whether that be to write, read, work, etc. No one comes here anymore, so I usually share the place with only half a dozen other regulars. I once asked the poor old woman why she never made any other drinks, or do any new marketing to try to get her clientele up, but she simply smiled and shrugged. She told me it wasn’t about the money for her, just abou...
Resurgence
“The weather is a bit shitty today” I said, with my forehead gently pressed against the window, listening to each drop of rain as they’re falling. I turn my head to face my boyfriend, Ray, sitting in the driver’s seat, with a smug look on his face. I keep staring while biting my lip trying to think of ways to engage him. “What?” He notices me. “Sorry, I’m driving.” He says. “You text while driving and you’re telling me you’re too focused to have a little small talk?” Bullshit. He has something else on his mind. He has become pretty distant recently. Close by, but not present. I wonder what I...