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Jill & The Mountain

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Jill & The Mountain

Jill turned onto the dirt road that led to the house. Looking out of the car’s windshield, she could see the house up ahead and the towering Mountain that stood behind it. Stopping the vehicle for a moment, Jill slowly inhaled as she took in the breathtaking sight in front of her.  Jill was home and would soon climb her Mountain. Continuing to drive the car down the road, once Jill reached the house, she parked the car, unloaded her things, then entered the home.  Nothing had changed, and the place looked the same as the last time she had been there. It was as if time seemed to have stood...

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Southern Sweet Mint Tea

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Southern Sweet Mint Tea

As Elsa filled the small pan with water at the sink, she looked out the kitchen window, and her mind wandered back to her childhood. (How many times had she done this same routine early in the morning of a hot summer day?) When she had filled the pan with just the right amount of water, she placed it on the burner on the stove. While waiting for the water to come to a boil, Elsa opened the cabinet, grabbed the box of teabags.  She placed the right amount of teabags into her Grandmothers’ well-used teapot.  After the water began to boil, she turned off the burner and poured the hot water over...

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Full Circle

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Full Circle

    Grace walked into her bedroom, then sat down on the stool in front of her antique dressing table.  She loved the dressing table with an attached mirror which had been her Grandma’s. It was her favorite place to brush her hair.  As Grace looked at her image in the mirror, she remembered her Grandmother’s reflection in that same mirror. She had often sat in her Grandmother’s lap while her Grandma had brushed her hair.  Memories began to flood her mind, bringing a smile to her face, and then she closed her eyes.  “Grace, come into the bedroom.  It is time for Grandma to brush your hair.”...

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The Trench Coat

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The Trench Coat

Hanging on a new hook now, but what the existence I have had. My first owner was a man.  After purchasing me, for some reason, the man took me to a tailor then instructed the tailor to add a secret pocket in my lining.  At different times, strange items hid in this hidden pocket, some heavy and some lite.  I held those items securely regardless of the weather conditions or the man’s haste. Not being much of a talker, I heard very few words from this mysterious man.  If he answered the phone, I would hang on the hook in the hall and listen to him say, “Yes, no, maybe, when, where,...

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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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