Secret Sauce_Makes a change from popsicles_Astronauts Have Christmas Too_Opening Geraldine's
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Secret Sauce
I always hated the grandfather clock. Hated it. Who needs a gigantic piece of furniture to do a fraction of what my phone does? But tonight, as our family ate dinner, its incessant ticking was beyond annoying, it was foreboding – every click counting down my impending doom. Mrs. Klunk was going to call on our hall phone (I know, who has one of those?) after dinner and tell my parents everything. Ev-er-y-thing.6:00. My secret is not the sauce. Usually, my mom would be happily chatting about next-to-nothing at dinner, but tonight she was silently sulking over her meatball sauce – she burned the ...
Makes a change from popsicles
Thirty-four-year-old Danielle yanked open the kitchen drawer and began rooting around amongst the motley collection of batteries, utensils, creased envelopes, and sandwich bags, until at the bottom, below the crumbs, paper clips, and tweezers she found what she was looking for. Triumphantly, she pulled out the Chinese takeaway menu. Twenty-four minutes earlier, she had tumbled in her front door. Laptop bag in one hand, keys in the other, handbag over her shoulder. As she did so, her fourteen-year-old son, Matt, slunk downstairs.‘What’s for dinner?’‘Oh hello, Mum…How’re you? …What sort of a day...
Astronauts Have Christmas Too
The gingerbread man floated in the middle of the room. Flight Engineer Nate pushed off the floor and glided expertly towards it; he opened his mouth and bit off its head in one quick snap of his jaw. A cheer erupted from the group of astronauts in the Harmony module of the International Space Station.The Christmas delivery had arrived last week and the walls were lined with snakes of green and gold tinsel. Protruding diagonally from one corner of the ceiling was a garish fake tree, full of baubles and sparkle. “Santa Claus is Comin’ to Town” jingled out across the room.‘Get him Nate, catch tha...
Opening Geraldine's
Carla inserted her skeleton key into the keyhole, turned it, and heard the unlocking of the bookshop’s door. When she pushed it open, the bell on the other side of it jingled its welcome tune into the stillness of Geraldine’s Books and Bits Bookshop.Carla inhaled the shop’s sleepy aroma, a mixture of must and ambrosia, her mascaraed eyes gleaming excitedly through her bright red cat-eye-framed glasses. “Hello, my dears! Good morning, good morning!” she sang her dark crimson lips into a wide smile. “How was your weekend?”A quiet creak weakly answered her amidst the silence.“Oh, come now, you dr...