Carol Bridges
Stories (3/0)
The Likeness
We drove up the snowy, winding road towards the cozy A-frame cabin. I was a little chilly and wishing the fireplace would already be ablaze with a welcoming fire and maybe some of my favorite cookies and hot chocolate on the table as if someone besides the Airbnb host knew when I was coming and had this special moment planned.
By Carol Bridgesabout a year ago in Psyche
Fragrance of a Fair Hope
The box fell with a thud as I opened my door. Who sent this? No tags. No UPS label. Taped together well. So heavy, I wondered if it was filled with rocks. I could barely lift it. Better to just go get a knife and open it outside. Stabbing into the slot under the tape, the flaps were freed, and a surprise fragrance wafted up to my nose. It was something like the smell of spring flowers in Fairhope, Alabama.
By Carol Bridgesabout a year ago in Motivation