Summer Lace_Toure de Waffle_Puppy Love_Letter To A Friend: Ari
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Summer Lace
“Will you marry me?” my boyfriend asked me several months ago, and of course, I agreed. He is a great man. He works a basic job, but it pays the bills. He makes more than me, teacher pay is its own category of shitty, but I like my job. We decided to have our wedding in the summer so that I wouldn’t have to worry about getting a substitute, and we could immediately take our honeymoon.July 17th feels a long way away and right around the corner. I have less than two months to alter my mother’s wedding dress. She married my father in 1989, and I admired their marriage. They had the utmost love a...
Toure de Waffle
The horror of the thing overwhelmed me. It was a monstrosity; an unholy union if ever there was one. What kind of psychopath was responsible for this abomination? I looked across the table at my friends, and I could see my feelings echoed in their faces. Neal looked down at his plate with the furrowed brow of man looking at a mortally wounded ally on the battlefield. Jordan, on the other hand, wore a look of pure disgust; eyes open, mouth agape, and lips curled. “Ma’am!” I called to our waitress. “I’m sorry to be a pain, but why is there gravy on our hash browns?” “You ordered them ‘all t...
Puppy Love
Kate looked around in appreciation. The pub was a historic building with a dark beamed ceiling and uneven walls. She scanned the crowd, almost missing Louis until she realized he was in a snug alcove where the conversation of the other patrons and the Christmas music were a pleasant background noise. He jumped to his feet as she approached, rocking the table, a delighted smile spreading over his face. Kate smiled back. He reminded her of a goofy puppy, tall and lanky with a mop of dark curls.“This is a lovely place,” she said. "Great atmosphere."“Do you come here often? Sorry, that’s such a cl...
Letter To A Friend: Ari
Waikawa BeachNew Zealand10 January 2023My dear friendOur discussions often provoke me into further exploration. Sitting alone at the beach today www.onedoor.cc– if one is actually alone in companionship with a dog – staring up at the looming Tararua Range in one direction, with the wide open ocean in the other, offered time for rethinking. Reliving now, and way back when. Mesmerised by mental mountains rising across decades, my wandering mind followed a line of thought consequent to our most recent enterprise.Coming across a pertinent comment yesterday, by Anil Seth, a leader in the field of consciousness s...