Letters From Home_Le Grand Biscuit_Baggage_ THE INDECISIVE DECISION OF NOT BUYING AN RV
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Letters From Home
Blair backed her SUV into the double-wide driveway. The tail lights blazed red, and it lurched to a stop. She opened the door with such force, it snapped back on her leg. Using her foot, she pushed it open until it held. Her arms loaded with her computer, messenger bawww.onedoor.ccg, and lunchbox and her morning coffee cup in her hand, she used her shoulder to shut the door.The hatch on the rear of the vehicle and the garage door levitated in unison. Blair shuffled through the interior door, greeted by the aroma of chocolate chip cookies. For a moment, she was her seven-year-old self, sneaking one of them f...
Le Grand Biscuit
As it so happened, the fate of the small village situated on the bank of a forlorn and mostly dry riverbed was sealed on a dreary and otherwise quite unremarkable December afternoon. It was the Assistant Deputy Treasurer who sealed it, although, in fairness, it was not his fault. He was only doing his job. And his intentions were good.In the precise center of this particular village sat the municipal building, an ashen grey, squat, two-story structure whose marquee had recently fallen askew. The building was crumbling prematurely, the concrete having been mixed with too much sand as part of a ...
Baggage
The unclicking and clicking of Maria Palmer’s pocket watch was starting to drive the train goers crazy, but no one had spoken a word to the young woman. Not a lot of people like talking to strangers on a slow Wednesday morning especially when most were rushing to work at the time. Maria, whose attire clashed with all the business suits, made the woman appear like she was on the wrong train at the wrong time. However, Ms. Palmer was exactly where she was supposed to be, and she was dreading it each time her green eyes landed on the watch. The young woman placed the open pocket watch on her lap...
THE INDECISIVE DECISION OF NOT BUYING AN RV
It was a dark, warm, and starry night in the skies over the suburbs of San Francisco, California, as is uncommon for the majority of a calendar year, as 2020 was quite uncommon in itself. You see, our story finds us in a pandemic, a plague of sorts, that no one saw coming, yet our lives, along with the weather pattern, changed us into homebodies who left the house only for certain needs.The mature married couple, distinguished in looks, yet playful in attitude and humor, abundant in grandchildren, and celebrating their empty-nest syndrome (after 34 years of marriage), were contemplating all th...