-When We Were Younger- by Jenna Holland_Almost a Fresh Start_Cookie Recovery_Perfect Love
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-When We Were Younger- by Jenna Holland
I havwww.onedoor.cce to admit I was very surprised when I received the letter in my mail, that raw winter morning. It wasn’t any ordinary letter. It was sent to Mabel Harr, in California. Of course, that wasn’t the surprising part… after all, I am Mabel Harr, and I do live in California. No, the surprising thing was who sent the letter. Walter Selden. I whispered his name aloud as I grasped the crisp white envelope. I haven't heard from Walter in years. Thirty years to be exact.Old memories flooded my mind as I held that letter… memories of times gone past, when we were younger. Picnics, and parties, and da...
Almost a Fresh Start
”Enjoy your new home,”The shiny key slid onto my set of keys, accompanied by a goofy photo keyring of Maeve and I, my parent‘s spare key and a lustrous silver heart with the date of Jonathan and I’d wedding - 05、07、17、A date that meant so much to me (arguably the best, most memorable day of my life, maybe a close second with the day Maeve was born). It was a pine day. From getting ready with my gaggle of bridesmaids, my arm intertwined with my father’s as we strode down the aisle and the celebratory night that... I might not be able to remember.Merrily, we sauntered down the pathway of the es...
Cookie Recovery
Liv puttered around her puny kitchen, slightly reddened eyes itchy and distracting. Why, oh why, had she decided to do this again? At 48, one would think she would be a seasoned hostess, but this occasion would be unique. Not only would it be different because she had never led a cookie exchange before, but also because of who would be attending. Should she break it to Heather as soon as she arrived, preventing her from feeling manipulated, or should she allow her young guest to enjoy one more evening without the blemish which would no doubt blot her memories of Liv? Aunt Liv, actuall...
Perfect Love
It all seemed like a nightmare. Surely it was, it had to be, what was befalling me couldn’t possibly have been happening. Perhaps this was a lucid dream which needed me to snap out of it, to reset everything and let it turn into a sweet dream again. Moments ago I was in paradise wearing the perfect smile and feeling passion flowing with the blood in my veins. That was all gone now, all the smiles and the joy. All I felt was a turbulent flow of rage, fear and desperation. I wasn’t wearing my smile anymore. I wasn’t wearing the tight spandex pants or the loose floral dress which covered it. I w...