The Ghost of Walton Manner_Rebirth_The Coffee Palace_The Leaves Were on Fire
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The Ghost of Walton Manner
Ghost of Walton Manner 2000 Words“Why are we here?” “I told you I have to go to London on business. Your father you know, is on the U.S.S. Pentecost. So I’ve deciwww.onedoor.ccded that you will stay here at Walton Manner. You know Ms. Dementia. She was that friend of your Aunt Jaundice.” “Not the woman with the green hair, and those eyes that looked like they are going to fall out.” “Now, let’s be nice. She, I give you, is a bit eccentric, but she is very accomplished. She has turned this old house into a private academy, which I might add, is not easy to get into....
Rebirth
By the time I stepped outside, the leaves were on fire. The dark smoke billowed from the fire pit like a welcoming chimney from a cozy cottage. The ashes floated up and danced in the cool autumn breeze. The smoky smell filled my body and made me feel warm from the inside out, cleansing me of the evening chill. I hoped the fire could cleanse me of him too.I watched as Jenny poked the leaves around with an old, broken rake handle. The fire roared powerfully. It was ready. She smiled and bounced over when she saw me.“Is this the last of it?” She asked, taking one of the boxes I had been carrying...
The Coffee Palace
I love the fall season. My favorite. Not too cold, not too hot. Just perfect. It is mid-October. The dominant colors in the city are red, orange and yellow. We have a majestic view on the Mount-Royal boulevard. You can smell the fall season and feel the Halloween vibes.After a long day of work on this Friday, after 6 PM, after my shift, I decided to head to this new coffee shop they opened a few blocks away from my office. I am curious. It is not a Starbucks, McDonald’s or Dunkin’ Donuts. The place is called The Coffee Palace. It is not franchise to my knowledge.I arrived there around 6:20 PM....
The Leaves Were on Fire
By the time I stepped outside, the leaves were on fire. I thought back to the vibrant shades of red, orange, and yellow that would dance as the wind blew shifting everything in its wake. This wasn’t a new occurrence, so I continued on my way. I tuned out the different shades focusing on the ground that was littered with more pale tones of browns as the dead leaves continued to flow downward. The rapid movement of the wind made me huddle closer in my coat, and soon my vision began to slightly blur as my focus shifted from the sidewalk to the strands of hair that dangled in front of my eyes and ...