Sex by the Fireplace_The Mask of Life_Bitter Fruit_THE LAST (LOST) SONG
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Sex by the Fireplace
On my way home from work I walked toward Coffee Cot expecting a long line out the door. The first day of Autumn was last week and spiced pumpkin themed beverages are all the rage, with Coffee Cot being the most popular indie coffee café starting in the Obama administration. I usually pardon myself through a few people standing in a fifty-plus person line on the sidewalk and scoff at those wanting to wait an hour for a five-dollar chug. But on this day, I had a hankering for something warm in my belly and nutmeg on my lips. I will admit I enjoy a fall flavored drink now and then, and have no mo...
The Mask of Life
By the time I stepped outside, the leaves were on fire. I was fascinated of the true beauty of nature. The blue clouds that genuinely brought happiness to my cold and dejected heart. The sun that was really transparent without any prejudices. It made me feel exceptional. I decided to find a shady place to lean on. I finally found one. I was mesmerized of the gigantic tree with lush leaves and felt secure, for it would be my shield from hypocrite suwww.onedoor.ccnbeams. I stayed there for a long time, and felt the light touch of wind on my face. Suddenly, the withered leaves fell on the ground and blown by t...
Bitter Fruit
We woke before Lauds, when the sun was barely tinting the eastern horizon with a hint of green. Our ragged blankets were cooling quickly as my mother was already moving about the hut, preparing for our day’s work. The air was sharp with the bite of autumn and a layer of dew coated the dirt floor. I snuggled deeper into our nest, but my mother nudged me with her foot. Reluctantly, I rose and tied on my shoes. The baby cried piteously as he was briefly exposed to the cold while my mother changed his swaddling cloths. He was hungry again, for my mother was not making enough milk. But when I compl...
THE LAST (LOST) SONG
THE LAST (LOST) SONG“ Hey! Jack! It’s Chill and no sight of Sun” Samson put his arms around the shoulders of Samson. “ Yes! For the past three days the same weather haunts this village. I believe that New south wales is no different!” “ Exactly! We are just fifteen kilometres away from New South Wales. How can you expect a different weather there? The weatherman reports that a cold wave runs through southern Australia. Most probably this winter is going to be tough” Jack smiled. “ Sams! You talk like a grandpa with shaking body! You know we have hot blood flushing t...