Short Story
A Meal for Mary
She woke up smiling. It was a beautiful day, and she had to decide on the evening meal before she went shopping. Some of the old cookbooks were already open, but they really did not offer any advice. Italian? Indian? Greek? Maybe it would be better to choose something that was closer to home. Her dinner guest would not want to be too surprised when he came over that evening for their yearly get-together. Yes, something close to what they already knew would be best.
By Kendall Defoe 3 years ago in Fiction
My USA Shopping Adventure
Everything I saw at Dollar Tree was priced at one dollar. Cups, water bottles, toothbrushes, and toothpaste all cost $1. Surprisingly, an economy-size large bottle of shampoo, moisturizer, detergent, and a pack of pencils, erasers, staplers, paint colors, and tissue paper are all the same. I bought a lot of items for a few dollars. This was my first trip to the United States in 2014.
By Ameer Bibi3 years ago in Fiction
The Hearth
Louis Marshon was a master puppeteer. His life was consumed by his art. Forty-five years a virgin, he was uncomplicatedly asexual. Neither gender attracted him. Relationships with real people were less stimulating than quiet evenings alone in his shop, lovingly maintaining his puppets, and fashioning new puppets from many and varied a material.
By C. Rommial Butler3 years ago in Fiction
The Show Window
Due to her hair curling, a maiden with special weight purchased the proper derby to wear, while enjoying the perfect Florida afternoon on the babbling gulf stream, βI need this chapeau,β she thought defending her firm turf, βmy locks are curlin, and this is going to make me look mighty fine,β β
By Marc OBrien3 years ago in Fiction
