One mind, different people_Zucchini Spice_THE FINAL JOURNAL_Mama No More
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One mind, different people
POV: Girl: Autumn is a hit or miss. I can never tell whether I hate it or love it. In my case, as I grew older I progressively started to dislike fall. For starters the climate is numbing, the weather is already a reason to dislike the season. As time progresses it becomes unbearable for me to take a step outside. Although the color change of the leaves and the migration of animals is an enticing glimpse, it draws you away. Fall leads to the beginning of school, and work for some. Holidays like Halloween and Thanksgiving are the only days that seem like a break from reality. Whether that’s see...
Zucchini Spice
“We decided to make the raspberry bars this year,” Brad the firefighter said as he showed Maryann a cellophane wrapped paper plate filled with pinkish purple rectangles. “What did you bake this year?” “Soft zucchini spice cookies.”“Zucchini?” Then he grinned. “I’m sure they’ll be great. Your cookies always are.”He never came out and said so but everyone had guessed that he always baked for the Annual Hollytree Village Cookie Exchange. His wife, a pretty librarian, came with him to the party, drank a glass of wine and tried to pert her conversations away from baking.Her guests were n...
THE FINAL JOURNAL
To the north of us, on the edge of the Kalahari, was a small town: Hotazel, owing its existence to the nearby manganese mine. I know the town well — at one time I had some involvement with the mine. This time of year, well most times of the year really, it lives up to its name. On the Pakhuis Pass it was even hotter than I remember Hotazel to be. A wide plain stretched below us, dotted with flat topped koppies looking like small volcanos with their tops sliced off by the swinging panga of a wandering god of war. This is the great Karoo, semidesert, khaki coloured scrub vegetation with occasi...
Mama No More
I wish I could say I was excited to see her.It has been a while, five years and eight months to be ewww.onedoor.ccxact. She left when I was seven, when I had just started to remember things and figure out who I wanted to be when I grew up and stopped in and out of my life. She always came when I was optimistic but, really, it could not have been a worse time because I was open to the world and its opportunities and how Fate played into it all; thinking maybe this was the time it would be different. After being put into foster care, I felt like life just wasn't on my side; that Fate had something against me...