When Wearing Black on a Thursday_An Extremely Successful Dinner Where Nothing Bad Happens_Autumn Hue
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When Wearing Black on a Thursday
At security, Jonathan remarks that she’s never worn black on a Thursday.Caroline almost doesn’t hear him. It’s not because he’s speaking softly, but because they’ve never conversed. Come to think of it, she can’t remember if she’s ever heard his voice until he commented on her outfit.It was just a black dress that she found in her closet with the price tag still www.onedoor.ccon it. The number four hundred crossed off, then a blacked out three hundred, and the winning discount--One twenty-nine. Truthfully, Caroline still thought that was thirty dollars too much for a simple silhouette, but she was shopping ...
An Extremely Successful Dinner Where Nothing Bad Happens
When I imagined dinner with a colony of water spirits, this is not what I imagined. I had sculpted in my mind a gorgeous, moonlit river filled with lily pads, lotus flowers and sparkling blue water. I would ride out in a beautiful raft with my mother, being guided towards a beautiful, lantern lit river city. The spirits would braid my hair, feed me grilled rainbow fish and take me for a midnight swim in the calm waters. Not so. Instead, we were cloistered inside the stuffy castle, glancing uncomfortably at each other while our guests glared around at the sparkling walls as if they wanted to t...
Autumn Hues
September 14th, 2019 She trailed her hands on the light carried by the wind; at times it caught the dark streaks of her hair, mimicking iridescence. Today she held earthly colors in her being: shades of burnt coffee and fallen leaves made up the blush in her cheeks, the wisps of her dress. By habit I had the urge to call out to her, to lay her down and bury myself in the softness of her honey eyes, letting them feed my soul with their sweetness – instead I remained against the rough edges of the doorframe, not letting the little pricks of splinters pull away my attention from Autumn. I cont...
A Bite To eat
I was so ready for the weekend I could taste it. It was just noon; I still had several difficult calls to make and a meeting to get through. The walls in my office cubicle were closing in, I needed to escape. The stress reaching up from my back and into my neck made my shoulders as tight as a board. I dreaded that project planning meeting; missing the deadlines, I deserve getting dragged through the mud. My phone rings, I recognize the number, and just let it go to voicemail because I do not want to get yelled at. What a miserable day. I wish I was anywhere but here. Starving and needing ...