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Launch Day
The aroma of black coffee seeped through the cracks of the doorway of The Sandhill Coffee House, piercing the early morning with the smooth, rich scent of roasted beans, and … hints of vanilla, spice, nuts, and Fall.It was an important day in York, Georgia – the day that the Sandhill Coffee House presented its seasonal line-up of new coffee blends.And people around the small town looked forward to the day – even the non-coffee drinkers. Not only did the coffee house launch its fall flavors of coffee … they launched new autumnal flavored hot teas, baked goods, and homemade soups.The invigoratin...
Fair Trade
www.onedoor.ccDavid lent against his favourite tree in the middle of his orchard. It sat on a small hill, from which he liked to survey his young empire. With the little time he had left, David climbed the hill every day with a woven basket and spent the afternoon picking apples, starting at his favourite tree. It felt like a natural way for his life to end and it contented him. He figured that content was the best he could hope for. When he bought the land ten years ago, it was the first tree he planted. He’d been apple picking with his daughter a week before and he had one Braeburn apple left. He ate the ...
The Man from The Elevator
I walked out that huge revolving door prepared to start my new life.I picked up my suitcases off the side of the road where the landlord had carelessly tossed them. I didn’t bother checking to see if anything was broken; honestly, I didn’t care. I reached my hand up and hailed one of the closest taxis and asked him to take me to 5 Cabot Rd, Medford, MA. The address of the apartment complex in which I would begin being who I wanted to be. I had the rental lined up before I was evicted, so all I really had to do was piss my landlord off enough to kick me out. Not really necessary, but definitely...
A Champion for our Youth
By the time I stepped outside, the leaves were on fire.I had smelled the smoke through my open first floor window, but since my classroom was only two doors away from the exit, I was certain I’d have time to disperse the offending pile and stomp out the embers, but the dancing orange flame and the thirty-odd sixth graders frozen in awe (not including the three running away screaming) provided a startling tableau to my overconfidence. Had I been a younger man, more full of wind and vigor, the chaotic half hour-long investigation would not have taken place. Had it, as predicted on the local weat...