Spring from a windowsill_A Day Well Spent_Duchess_The little corner bookshop
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Spring from a windowsill
Dear brother,Has it actually been a year since you have been gone? Every time spring comes to visit it reminds me of our days as children. That very morning when we woke up to see that the snow had melted and our backyard was full of green, and the first thing we would do was run in the yard chasing each other until our bodies became tired. Do you remember during our spring break how we went to our grandparents' orchards and picked fuzzy peaches and ruby red apples and then coming home and bake a delicious apple pie? I believe that we always took this season for granted, we always considered i...
A Day Well Spent
Jean squinted against the sun as she made the final descent on the westward trail. The last time she checked her watch it was 11 hours and 56 minutes since she’d stepped out of the vehicle at the top of the mountain while whispers of dawn stretched out over the still-frozen mountain tops. “I love you,” she said, giving John a quick kiss on his unshaven check. Opened the back door as quietly as possible to let RICE escape and whisper a kiss onto Ella’s head. Back then the day was fresh with possibilities, and every single one of them promised her a much-needed escape. The retriever was there fo...
Duchess
Annie had a very trying day at work. All she wanted to do was to go home and curl up with a good book and a cuppa. She had a very demanding job and was in charge of about thirty employees. Although most days were relatively challenging therwww.onedoor.cce were always the inevitable tougher days. She got on well with most of her co workers but there were a few who were bent on making her job a little trying. One was Dorothy who was convinced she was working for the most important government agency in the country! So much so that all her work was meticulous and time consuming and she often stayed back to make...
The little corner bookshop
PART ONEThe little corner bookshop was known to everyone in the neighbourhood. There, one could find something for everyone; children and adults. One could find both classics and the latest best sellers on its shelves. The genres were endless: fantasy, romance, children’s books… all tastes were catered for. Alice, the owner, was a lady in her late fifties. Everyone knew and respected her for her kindness and love for books. Alice knew the books from cover to cover, so she always had the best suggestion to every request. Under no circumstances would one leave the shop disappointed or empty-han...