An Unexpected Encounter_Gifts_Journal of a Shopkeeper_New Haven
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An Unexpected Encounter
Sunbeams streamed through the window, a subtle breeze with displaying hints of sweet onion and sounds of song birds returning back home after a long, brutally chilling Pennsylvania Winter. Olivia rubbed her eyes awake as she stretched, waking her sleepy muscles out of stupor. Another glorious day to be alive, she thought to herself. Melody, her calico cat sprawled in a similar stretch, letting out a long yawn with claws fully extended.“Well, good morning there, Melody!” Olivia sang. Melody replied in a high trilling sound, now alert and ready for her morning meal. Fixing her catastrophic bed h...
Gifts
You always brought me flowers.It didn’t much matter what the fight had been about. By the time I lifted my face from inhaling their scent, I had forgiven you. Do you remember when we decided on that? It was the very first time it had happened; I’ll always remember the day. For once, neither of us were right nor wrong. Just upset and pained and unable to stop feeling upset.“You know what?” you said. “Let’s make a deal.”I had to fight the effort to keep from sniffling again. I hated the feeling after crying, where my face would be all puffy, and I felt my nose threatening to run. But I didn’t h...
Journal of a Shopkeeper
14th of Midoth, 564A new face appeared in the shop today. He looked to be fairly young, in his early twenties or so. Judging by his toned arms and dirtied clothing, I could only assume that he was a farm boy or an apprentice of some sort. Tousled brown hair sat atop his head like a bird’s nest, and I half expected a young chick to pop out of the mess. But his eyes… They were nothing I’d ever seen before. When he came to speak to me, I found it difficult to understand what he was saying. All I could see were his bright blue eyes, a ring of golden fire dancing around his pupils.It was a miracle ...
New Haven
I’m driving from New Jersey to my sister’s house in Rhode Island and, as always, I must stop in New Haven, Connecticut, a city that I both love and hate. A city that has brought me both joy and sadness. It is one of my favorite places due to some wonderful memories and yet it is a city that has brought me deep sorrow.I cross the Q Bridge on Route 95 and take exit 50 onto Woodward Avenue. I turn left at the second light and drive mindlessly through the streets until I find myself driving alongside the Quinnipiac River. It is a peaceful area. The homes in the area have a quintessential New Engla...