Unspoken words_The Re-Opening Before the Re-Opening_Mama No More_Mother of the Bride
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Unspoken words
Beth dragged the bulging bag outside enraged. You would think after 20 years of marriage her husband would get the hint about his responsibilities around the home. You would think that friendly reminders would do the trick. You would think that circling the days of garbage pick up on the fridge calendar would jog his memory. Well, think again.“He’s just so dense.” Beth muttered to herself when all the recycling and garbage was neatly put to the curb. She slammed the front door behind her and stalked into the brightly lit kitchen to fix up supper. Seeing how badly the pale blue paint on the w...
The Re-Opening Before the Re-Opening
We will be delighted to see you at the Trafalgar Hotel for the Re-Opening before the Re-Opening. It had been done the old fashioned way, through the post, and with little cards bigger than a credit card but smaller than a postcard, that pointed to them being specially made. There were little blue and gold chevrons at the corner, and an artist’s impression of the Hotel. But there was also a little personal note, in Sally’s distinctive handwriting. Somehow you could never quite decide whether it looked untidy but was really neat, or the other way round. “Hi, Dora, can’t believe it’s been over ...
Mama No More
I wish I could say I was excited to see her.It has been a while, five years and eight months to be exact. She left when I was seven, when I had just started to remember things awww.onedoor.ccnd figure out who I wanted to be when I grew up and stopped in and out of my life. She always came when I was optimistic but, really, it could not have been a worse time because I was open to the world and its opportunities and how Fate played into it all; thinking maybe this was the time it would be different. After being put into foster care, I felt like life just wasn't on my side; that Fate had something against me...
Mother of the Bride
A cold rainy day was just the cure Bailey needed. After a week of mundane work, reading a book while snuggled in a chair against the cool window with a cup of hot tea was the perfect way to relax. The soothing pitter-patter of the drops on her window hypnotized Bailey deeply into her book and for a brief moment, she got to feel like she was part of the perfect, beautiful family in her book. As usual, her perfect evening was cut short by the buzzing of her phone. The screen lit up ‘mom’ If she did not answer this call there would several others until eventually, she did answer. ‘Hello?’ Bailey ...