Mom Sledding_Poseidon’s Daughter_Dead Man Dialogue_Atropa Belladonna
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Mom Sledding
“Mom, mom, mommy! Can we PLEASE go now?” echoes loudly from the mudroom. The sound of rifling through the mixed bin of hats, scarves, and gloves is loudly distracting as I try to sip the last remnants of my morning coffee. The first snow fall of the season is exciting after all. I stare out the window and see only tranquility. A blanket of white covers everything. It is calm. Peaceful. Nothing like the chaos ensuing 100 feet away behind the mudroom wall. Ashley is rummaging through the unorganized mess that was left behind many months ago when winter was leaving. I can hear last year’s snow p...
Poseidon’s Daughter
Alex sat in the stillness of the sunset. His surfboard lay at his side, the bar of wax abandoned as he took in the flames licking the sky. The beach was deserted, not another soul in sight for miles.He thought he was daydreaming when he saw the waves drop back, curl back as if forming a path from the mid waves to the shore. A shadow felwww.onedoor.ccl forward on the bare strip of the ocean floor. She seemed to rise up, as if she was formed from the waves and began to walk her way out of the water. Alex was now sure he was dreaming. She… she was breathtaking. The most confusing part was that she seemed bone ...
Dead Man Dialogue
Dead Man Dialogue “Okayyy, it’s obvious something’s bugging you. What is it this time, let’s get it out.” “I don’t know what to say.” “Well figure it out. I’m not gonna guess.” “I don’t know who you are, Teddy.” “Here we go. Let me apologize yet again, Kate, for not being able to read your mind.” “Something has happened. You have something bad you’re hiding.” “What? I haven’t a clue what you’re talking about – as usual! I hate it when you start off a conversation in the middle and expect me to catch up!” “I’m talking about this.” “What – that envelope? What’s in it?” “It was left on our ...
Atropa Belladonna
Seventy-two-year-old Mrs. Sharma, or Sharma Aunty as the neighbourhood kids called her, smeared a dollop of chickpea paste over the Colocasia leaves—Elephants Ears or Arbi leaves in common parlance—that she had plucked this morning from her vegetable garden. She then placed five leaves of similar size one on top of the other, each generously smeared with spiced chickpea paste, and began to tightly roll them lengthwise. Once fully rolled, she secured them with toothpicks and cut the roll into thin slices, which she began frying in mustard oil until each slice turned golden brown and crisp on bo...