Tea and Memories_The Husband's Text_The Jar of Nothing_Night School
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Tea and Memories
“You look like you have a lot on your mind. Here, dear. This will ease it.” Delicate, wrinkled hands passed a porcelain cup and saucer to calloused, young ones. The old hands were much more steady with the fragile, floral and gold-trimmed dishes. “Um, thanks,” Pete nodded. He hesitated, watching the older woman as she poured another cup. A pungency of boiling herbs, dried flowers, and a million spices hovered in the air. As Jaycee had guided him to the tea bar and gift shop a short time earlier, the scent had greeted them long before they’d reached the cut-glass door. The corners of Pete's mo...
The Husband's Text
CHAPTER ONEMeredith was startled awake in the middle of the night by something, but she wasn’t sure exactly what. Maybe it was just a feeling she had that something was wrong. She realized her husband wasn’t lying next to her in bed, but that wasn’t unusual. Many nights he got up when he couldn’t sleep, so as not to disturb her. This night, though, something was different. She stumbled out of bed, trying to focus her eyes as she walked through her mother’s house. He wasn’t there. Their daughter was sleeping peacefully on the sofa and the dog was curled up with her. But Dean wasn’t there. She l...
The Jar of Nothing
It was only 2pm, but it looked like twilight outside. The windows shook in their frames, pummeled by the wind and rain. I turned the page of the book I was reading, comforted by the weather. It matched my mood. It was only my first week in the new house. I was adjusting to living here alone. Life didn’t always go as planned, and I was trying to be okay with that. Thinking back on the chaos of the last year, I felt a tightness in my chest and suddenly found it hard to breathe. This was supposed to be the home I shared with the love of my life, Ryan. We had shared everything together. Last mont...
Night School
John Harper peeked into his assigned classroom. So this is night school: no desks, no chalkboard, no flag, not even a clock to watch?Instead, he counted five chairs on one side of a large table facing a single chair on the othwww.onedoor.ccer. School had changed a lot in forty years. And John had sworn he’d never go back.But then he made that promise.John blamed Hennessy and hubris, the latter causing him to climb those stairs on weak knees and sore feet.The classroom occupied a third-floor corner of a recreation center. The local college extended its studies to remote locations, courting day-workers and da...