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Fall Fell Fallen
Alexander Blackwell moved from Le Prés-Saint-Gervawww.onedoor.ccis, a close suburb, to a very small studio apartment at 84 rue de Raspail in the heart of Paris in the summer of 2007, after having paid for Fatoumata Cissé’s flight back to Dakar and helping her to get away from a forced marriage. He was still working as the Sales and Marketing Director for ACA Atelier des Créativités Artistiques in Pantin, which is next to Le Prés-Saint-Gervais, and commuting by metro. His new apartment was made from two maid’s rooms on the top floor of a beautiful Bourgeois building, the wall between the rooms had been demol...
To Michael with Love, Sylvia
“I’ve got it…!” Sylvia cried out, waving a wedding ring she had just had engraved for her fiancée who was across the street where he had just picked up his tuxedo. Apparently, he had forgotten something and waved to her to wait as he started back to the store, but Sylvia, in her excitement wouldn’t wait and ran to him. Just as he was opening the door the screech of the taxi’s brakes made Micheal turn in horror as he saw Sylvia fall under the wheels of a cab. Dropping his tuxedo, he ran towards her but there was nothing he could do. The ambulance came and took her to the hospital but it was to...
Apple Streusel Crisp
The leaves whispered spiraling down among the hallowed ground of harvest time. The orchard softly spoke to the ripe fruit to awaken and shine. We were gazing at the orchard from the last hill above the small access road along the hillside, nearly 5100 msl. I looked over to her on my left as the breeze moved her hair with the wind. The auburn tresses danced and moved to the music of the trees in the golden afternoon sun. We had hiked to the point for about 20 minutes from the road.We had been there many times this year. This field of fruit was ours to manage. Mary made her way down the slope ca...
Juniper's Flight
Juniper knew it was time from the moment he awoke that morning.A crisp wind had blown into the hollow of the large tree, rifling the short twigs of his nest slightly. Although autumn had been approaching for several weeks, the wind on that particular morning was different. Juniper could sense excitement in the air, a tiny zest of something more, like when he nipped a piece of bread from the ground and suddenly tasted a hint of cinnamon in his beak. Yes, today would be the day.Stretching out his thin legs, he lifted his head from beneath his wing and looked around the cozy hollow. It seemed so ...