Biscuits_I am a dreamer._Beatrice from Downey Street_Wild Goose Chase
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Biscuits
I don't turn on the radio when I drive. I don't listen to books or podcasts. There are some things I might like to hear to help wile away the time and make it more pleasant. Instead I sit in silence. My thoughts are all I hear. Some days it might be better to listen to the radio, to hear the bland and cloyingly gaudy pop come from my crystal clear speakers that probably cost me an extra few hundred. Some days anything is preferable to silence. But I've found silence has a voice. Silence speaks. I try to listen. Even if what it says is the opposite of what I was—or even need—to hear. Anger used...
I am a dreamer.
I have always been a dreamer. I dream days and nights, regardless when and what about the dreams. I feel like wandering my mind in the air, among the galaxy, among the twinkling stars and among the aroma of yours. I like swimming in the ocean of your creation, drowning myself in the miraculous world you had created for the blessings of the human race, surfing in the wondrous miracles with the hands of our Father Almighty. You are an Angel of mine. I used to have a dream, dreaming of you running in garden with me, it is our Edenic garden where no worries and sadness can invade our peace and se...
Beatrice from Downey Street
The gloomy drizzle that kept her neighbors tucked inside, sniffling by their fireplaces, was the same gloomy drizzle that put Beatrice in the mood for a long walk. Approaching her closet like an old friend, she carefully plucked out a sweater that would do nicely for the occasion. It was an exceptionally chunky sweatwww.onedoor.ccer with a high neckline cut like a tea cozy. She shrugged it on and slipped into a faded pair of gingham pants that looked just like the pants she wore yesterday. Holding on tightly to the frilly cuffs of her sweater, she squeezed her arms into the stiff sleeves of her orange rai...
Wild Goose Chase
There was always something going on at Nanny’s house. At Christmas, she would organise a large family gathering with party games, including hitting a piñata. Easter there would be a similar gathering, but with an Easter egg hunt in the garden. Between times there would be barbeques, or friends around. Whenever Amelia and Jake called to see her, she was busy doing something: baking, gardening, packing to go away, you just never knew with her. She lived alone with her two fluffy cats, Tiger and Lily, but it didn’t mean that her house was quiet.Then ‘lockdown’ happened and for most people life ch...