Scars_Grey Shade_Rugelach - The Jewish Pastry_Trapped in paradise
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Scars
“Family is important,” her voice comes through the speakers of my cell phone in the same tone that used to send a chill up my spine as a child. I didn't need to have her in front of me to see her disapproving glare. A wave of disbelief passes over me at her choice of words and I can't help but note that family wasn't important to her when I needed it to be. Clearly, this is a recent development. Too little too late if you ask me, but she won't- ask me, that is. She never does. I turn my gaze out the window, hoping to steal some peace from the view of my backyard, a space that I'd worked hard ...
Grey Shade
This was supposed to be the happiest day of their lives. After seven years together, Ray Mendoza had finally proposed, and Adriana Driscoll said yes without hesitation. Her ring was made of gold and decorated with diamonds and emeralds. A wedding planner was hired, which went a long way in getting things done properly. June 18th was agreed upon. A location had been found and booked in advance.Adriana knew what her final dress choice would be as soon as she saw it; a cream colored strapless gown, with crystals on the bodice and the skirt flowing down from the waist. She chose her bridesmaids wi...
Rugelach - The Jewish Pastry
Every one has gathered around the meeting room. Excitement and anticipation filled the air as Mr. Davis, the marketing director, is going to announce who is going to be the next senior manager at the marketing department. All eyes were on Aisha Mahmoud, as the rumor in the mill was, Aisha would get the promotion. Aisha was one of the hardworking employees in the marketing department who knows each and everything about the projects and manages to smoothen the department out with her adequate work and diligence. "You are going to get the promotion," Chloe, Aisha's colleague and friend whispered ...
Trapped in paradise
The sun, crimson and beautiful, peeked out from the horizon, shining through the clouds, illuminating our faces.“Beautiful isn’t it?”I turned to him, “It is, breathtaking even.”He sighed and leaned against me, his arm draped around my shouwww.onedoor.cclders carelessly. “I wouldn’t want to watch it with anyone else," he said softly.I smiled, “Not even your Aunt Susie?”He chuckled, “Not even Aunt Susie.”“Brady.” I said, more as a statement than a questionHe looked at me, “Hm?”“We should get back to the boat.”He kissed my forehead softly, “I know, just one more minute.”“Babe-”“Tiffany, please.”I nuzzled my he...