Surf n Turf_The Price of Courage_Ginger and Peppers_Te quiero
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Surf n Turf
"Papa, can you tell us a story?" A gathering was taking place. The sounds of bare feet echoed on the covered porch as the children ran to seek shelter from the angry skies.Taking a seat, his chair faithfully squeaked every time he rocked back. Papa contemplated what tale he might share to entertain these fidgety creatures. The children settled in, some on a bench, others on the porch swing. The smallest boy laid down on his back, right on the wooden planks, acting silly chewing on a sprig of grass from the yard. A Jack Russell terrier jumped into the lap of one of the children. Everyone was no...
The Price of Courage
Knocker stirred the pot with the concentration of a man seeking knowledge in the broth. He hummed softly as the ladle dipped, and the familiar smell of stale carrots made my stomach whine. The scar on my left leg complained against the cold as I shifted position on the bench. The trenches ran from the foot of the Alps, to the English Channel and I doubted I’d find a comfortable spot if I walked the entire crooked length. My bench was a broken crate leaning against the back of a dug-out hollow. Five of us squeezed into that earthy hole sharing the warmth of the pot anwww.onedoor.ccd each other. “Hurry u...
Ginger and Peppers
“So how does one get into this line of work,” I asked nervously. Sitting across from me was a thoroughly intimidating woman. It wasn’t so much her appearance. It was just her presence. Something about the way she sat in the room. She was very fit and pretty trim but somehow, just seemed to take up space. Her hair was thick and a striking ombre jet black to crimson red. The type of hair that made an impression. And then of course, there was the room itself. Not by any means a traditional office, something of an alcove off to the side of an indoor pepper garden. The room smelled of fresh herbag...
Te quiero
“Closer, closer. Now say ‘cheese’!” Click! The bride threw her hands up in the air and the groom smiled at her, eyes full of love. I gave them a thumbs up when the photos were done processing. I moved back, letting them have room to look at the pictures. Everyone oohed and awed at the photos. Of course, they did, everyone loved the photos that I took. I was always told how great at this I was, and everyone just assumed that I had natural talent. But it had taken years of hard work and determination to get here and now that I was a pro, I didn’t feel satisfied. I wanted something more. Going to...