The last time we played_UNDER THE ALMOND TREE_BFF_The Making of the Pies
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The last time we played
“Give me a drink”, Lisa giggled, waving her empty glass in the air.Daniel laughed and leaned forward with the bottle of vodka and tried to pour some into the glass that was weaving above the coffee table between them.“Hold still dammit!” complained Daniel trying to match the motions of the glass. The pair were well on their way to being rat-arsed. They weren’t the only ones mind you. Micky was almost comatose in the corner, Julia was sat on the floor leaning back against the sofa, squinting blearily around. Becky and Richard were entwined in an armchair sucking face, oblivious to the rest of...
UNDER THE ALMOND TREE
Casually sitting on the sidewalk under the almond tree at Sign is where most of my fondest childhood memories were created in the mid-seventies. That was where we congregated, made and executed all our devious plans as children. I grew up in a two bedroom house which was later renovated to three rooms as our brother matured. At the time it was painted a light greenish color with white sidings. There was a fence around the property which comprised of barb wire and a dilapidated wooden gate which I thought was intended to keep us inside since our mother was at work most of the time. It did not ...
BFF
Parker approaches me calmly, lazily. All the students have flooded off to class leaving us in an empty computer lab. Leaving me to pretend to play games on my phone, or text Park desperately. “Sorry,” he mumbles and I grab my blue backpack from the table. Parker walks aimlessly behind me, no doubt lost in a conversation with Las Vegas. We walk through the long tiled hallways of the school. “Hey, it’s snowing; where do you wanna go?” I ask. Parker grunts. We push open the double doors of the school and wander out to the parking lot. I approach my beloved Chameleon blue Volvo C-30 and grab t...
The Making of the Pies
Savanna stood in her kitchen in front of the kitchen counter. Focusing her eyes on the index card in front of her. She held it closer to her eyes and realized she needed her reading glasses. Grandma’s famous sweet potato pie was scrolled neatly on top owww.onedoor.ccf the card. It was Savanna’s year to make the pies for the Sunday family dinner. She had never made pie before. Her speciality was cookies. She could make some of the most yummy cookies on the planet. But, not today. Today she had to learn how to make a pie in a day and a half. She read the recipe to her cat, Bingie and Bingie just looked at her...