Sunday Ann
Bio
just trying to make the world a better place, one smile, one handful of glitter and pixie dust at a time.
Stories (3/0)
Why Not
Cara was thinking about how much she loved the way the snow crunched under her boots, the satisfying way she sunk into each step. She was lucky she had her new boots on, they were fleece lined and waterproof. Perfect for the extra snowy winter they had this year.
By Sunday Ann3 years ago in Humans
The Library
Emily left the lawyer's office mildly perplexed. When she needed something to clear her thoughts, coffee was usually in order. She crunched across the snow-covered parking lot toward the café on the other side. At the Will reading months ago, Mr. Hunt, her grandmother’s solicitor, had explained that she had given Emily the house, and everything in it. There had been a stack of papers to sign, and a small pale pink envelope holding a notecard made of incredibly soft, heavy paper. “I love you so much. You already have everything you need inside the house,” it read in her grandmother’s thin swirly writing. The house. Most of her best memories had been in her Nonna’s house. Either in the kitchen baking one of her delicious floral pastries, in the library looking at her books and maps, or daydreaming about the strange art and masks from far-away places.
By Sunday Ann3 years ago in Humans
Treasures
She left the office with her head still in a light fog. It had been a couple of days since the snow had fallen, but the walkways were still largely untouched on this end of the street. Melanie savored the sound of her boots on the snowy ice, the feel the snow crunching and crackling with each step. She loved Real Snow. The soft white crystals that blanket everything in tiny white flakes like the powdered sugar on her mother’s cupcakes. But there was something in the way the snow-covered ice crackled beneath your feet after a few days of only ‘near’ freezing temperatures…the noise that it made when her boot broke though, that was oddly satisfying. It looked like snow-- still white and crystalline on the surface, but when you stepped into it, the hard top shattered, sinking your foot into a crunchy powder below that you did not expect.
By Sunday Ann3 years ago in Families
