Bubbie's Mandelbrot_A Walk in The Park_Damn you, Mr. Sinclayre_Matcha Latte
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Bubbie's Mandelbrot
The wind whistled outside the window pane. Snow blew fiercely through bare trees that lined each side of the empty drive. Natalie stared out at the emptiness. The holidays wouldn’t look the same way as they used to. This would be the first year without Bubbie. Natalie walked to the phone and rang her mother.“Mama.” she whispered into the phone, closing her eyes. “Yes, Natalie, are you ok?” Mama said into the phone.“Yes, I just...I miss Bubbie.” Natalie wiped a tear from her eyes.“Oh, me too, Natalie, me too.” Mama paused.“Do you have Bubbie’s recipe for Mandelbrot?” Natalie waited. “...
A Walk in The Park
Robert W. Fogle approx. words: 1,566 115 Hemlock Hill Road Boone, North Carolina (828) 264-5714 (H-first call) (828) 268-2389 (cell) b.fogle@yahoo.comA WALK IN THE PARK *Based on the prompt: Your main character is approached by their long-estranged parent who wants to reconnect. How do they react?ByBob Fogle He walked out, I was told stumblewww.onedoor.ccd out on a cold rainy evening, thirty-three years ago, as I lay face down on the dining room floor unconscious. Oh, and I was six years old. According to my then fifteen-year-old drunken brother, Melvin, he ...
Damn you, Mr. Sinclayre
I stared at the letter in my hand. It was handwritten, rare for our era. The paper was soft under the palm of my hand, and I guessed that the sender hadn’t been afraid to spend a few bucks on quality gloss paper, which added further to the unbelievable quotient.Dear Miss April Hummings, You must be wondering who I am, and why I’m writing to you. My name is Aravy Bethellhem, and I’m the executer for Mr. Aravin Sinclayre. I have been informed you are unaware of your relation to Mr. Sinclayre, so allow me to enlighten you. He is your maternal grandmother’s half-brother. ...
Matcha Latte
“But seriously… you would love climbing. Come with me the next time I go,” Ashlee gushed in between sips of her matcha latte. The contrast between the melon gloss on her lips and the pistachio green of the matcha was mesmerizing. Sheena pondered for a minute if Ashlee hadn’t just ordered the matcha on a whim, that this color pairing was carefully rehearsed.“Yea. Maybe. We will see. You know I am not huge of heights, Ash,” Sheena said, not able to tear her eyes away from the glass moving to and from the lips.“Come on, Sheen. Couldn’t you just be open to trying something new for once? This is li...