A Resolution of Two Species_A Fine Cup of Tea_Elizabeth and Rebecca Go to a Party_Kitsch Bar
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A Resolution of Two Species
Generally, keeping one’s New Year’s resolution is a good idea. But sometimes other factors intervene.As the New Year was near, Arthur relaxed watching TV, to see the ball dropping in Times Square at midnight. At 11:35 p.m., he fell asleep. At first, it was a very light sleep, for at one point he opened his eyes just long enough to glimpse the Times Square count down and the ball starting to drop. But he fell back asleep before the drop had finished.Later, “Auld Lang Syne” droning over and over in his mind, he awakened, groggy, naked, on a cold steel exam table — that damn cold steel, he though...
A Fine Cup of Tea
Charles prepared afternoon tea for the Dunston Historical Society ladies as he did every Wednesday. As he put the pot on to boil, he thought about how this Wednesday seemed a little off. In all his fifteen years as Lady Dunston’s personal servant something seemed amiss. He set the biscuits out on the tray and put the Heavenly Gyokuro leaves in the strainer over the pot. He recalled how Lady Dunston had gushed over the purchase of the tea that morning. Everything had seemed the same mundane routine when thewww.onedoor.ccy made their weekly trip to Ryan’s Irish Bakery. The stately clock in the Dunston town sq...
Elizabeth and Rebecca Go to a Party
Boston, MA December 15th, 1773“So, Elizabeth, are you going to the Boston Tea Party tomorrow evening?” The two young ladies took a break from their board games by the fireside to discuss the matter.“My goodness, Rebecca, I haven’t the slightest.”“Neither have I, and I have yet to gather the details. The town crier’s rumor segment was quite choppy today. Do you not concur? I think he has consumption.”“Agreed, I could barely hear him over all of that nasty coughing. I did catch that the Sons of Liberty organized the tea party- whoever they are!”“Oh, I know, dear Rebecca! There are so many variou...
Kitsch Bar
Jason walked in after a long day of work and plopped his butt on the bar stool. He rolled his exhausted eyes at the loud celebration carrying on all around him. New Year’s Eve. Like it was any different from every other day---the world turned and time moved forward. Same ‘ol. Same ‘ol. He glanced up as his neighbor took a seat next to him. His name was something foreign, and Jason racked his brain to figure it out. Rayu? No. Retu? No. Ratu… Yeah, that was it. “‘Sup, Ratu.” Jason gave him a single bro nod before returning to his own beer. Ratu narrowed his eyes at Jason but simply signaled fo...