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Waking You Up

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Waking You Up

  There was an aroma of coffee perking, as the alarm buzzed loudly. Elsa knew it was time to get out of bed, but she laid there thinking, with her eyes closed, before turning the alarm off. She loved the bookstore downstairs, but as the owner, she knew it had monopolized her life, keeping her robotic seven days a week. The bookstore was only open to the public Monday thru Saturday, but on Sundays, Elsa did book work and restocked the bookshelves. Knowing it was Sunday, Elsa felt even more alone than usual as she got out of bed. Since it was Sunday, Jed knew the bookstore was closed, and...

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The Pickup Truck

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The Pickup Truck

The Pickup Truck Old, rusty, and brown, that’s me. Once long ago, I was a looker before the years got to me. My four tires are nearly slick but patched so many times that it counts as more tread. Sometimes my tires look almost flat, but if you keep airing them up, they’ll get you where you’re going. Lightly pumping my brake pedal will bring you to a nice stop.  Slam on my brake, and I’ll keep on a going. Slam again, and I’ll throw you through the windshield. Being a standard, I have a clutch and a long gear shifter on the floor.  There is a round ball on the top...

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The Park Bench

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The Park Bench

  What a drab day, Elsa thought to herself as she stood at her office window. Elsa prayed the rain would stop and the skies would clear by lunchtime. The park was her refuge while eating her lunch. Elsa had a favorite bench where she sat, ate her lunch, and watched people walking by while she contemplated her past and hopes for the future. When the train stopped at the right place, Sam got off.  He had made this trip so many times in the past that he could probably do it in his sleep. As Sam made it through the rain to his office, he wondered if later in the day the rain would stop and...

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The Train Station

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The Train Station

        Tom straightened his tie then put on his hat. Why did he have to make this business trip, he hated that Train Station. He only went there when there was no other choice. Memories began flooding his mind increasing his anxiety.  She told him she would return, but he had waited hours before a policeman took him away.        Elsa put on her hat, coat, and walked to her nightstand.  She carefully took the picture from its frame, looked at the small boy in the photo then gently put it into her purse.  Memories of that day long ago made tears roll down her cheeks.   Why had she fallen ill...

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The Cedar Chest

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The Cedar Chest

The Cedar Chest I am a unique, cedar chest.  My purpose is to keep priceless treasures safe and secure. Although other woods may grace my outside, inside, cedarwood lines my walls, bottom, and lid.  Cedarwood is a natural preservative that protects by keeping out moths and other insects. In 1964, a young woman became my new owner. She refinished my exterior, changing the color to an antique blue, and I became her hope chest. The young woman would always keep me against the footboard of her bed.  Periodically, my lid opened, and she placed unique treasures inside my cedar walls.  Happiness...

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