Heaven Scent_The shrouded frog_Tea and Sympathy_Memories of Persimmons
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Heaven Scent
Heaven Scent Marcus pored over the books one more time, not registering the evidence before him. The numbers were all a blur at this point. He didn’t want to believe his restaurant was hemorrhaging money. Slamming the books shut, he swore. After four years of living his dream and running his bistro, Marcus may need to hang up his apron. “Are you sure there’s nothing we can do?” He looked at Steven, his accountant, who looked just as deflated as Marcus felt.Steven took out a business card and slid it across Marcus’s desk. “Another accountant handed me this. Supposedly this Alex Lopez is a whiz...
The shrouded frog
The shrouded frogThe day had come for the dreaded ceremony and all she could do was hiccup the tears back. She was not at any point okay with what was to happen today but had been informed there was no way around it. If she wanted to keep her GPA at such a perfectionist status she had to perform the autopsy and it had to be today or she would not receive credit and wouldn't be allowed to continue in the program. She had been accepted into a summer science program but this was one of the requirements, not to mention she wouldn't graduate without it. She awoke as normal and had performed most of...
Tea and Sympathy
***TW: Mention of SA, Abortion, and Miscarriage***Steam rushed into the air as the boiling water poured from the kettle into Kit’s teacup, the teabag bobbing in the water as it filled to the brim, turning the water into an amber hue. Kit inhaled, relishing the smell of the Irish Breakfast tea. Anastasia’s home was quiet, peaceful, far removed from the noise of the French Quarter down below. Kit sat at a barstool at the island counter, peering through the window above the sink, from which she could see the Mississippi River glistening beneath the June sun. “I would’ve done that for you,” Anasta...
Memories of Persimmons
“I remember…” Jasmine said, pressing her lips together in hesitation. “So much. Yet she remembers nothing. I feel as though I can pass Violet in the street and she would not spare me a second glance.”The forest said nothing in response, which was a lowww.onedoor.ccgical outcome, Jasmine knew, as she was the only person for miles around. Yet still, it felt like there was a presence there. The presence of memories that seeped into the soil and grew with the roots of the vines, the presence of two lost young girls hand in hand, skipping stones down the stream.There was only one of those girls in the forest tha...