What Did You Say?

It was difficult to maintain my composure while I sat there, sipping tea from my chair by the window. I must admit,  people-watching sometimes gets me into trouble.   Yesterday, a particularly well groomed woman sat down to eat lunch with a young girl in a booth next to mine. I was captivated by the way that she held her utensils in her hand, and the ease at which she moved them across the china. It was breathtakingly refined. The precise arch of her finger against the fork, her perfectly held posture, and the smooth glide of her hand to her mouth. …

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Onion Women

I kept my foot on the brake.  I can’t tell you why. He was charming enough. Handsome enough. Kind enough. Christian enough. He even had salt and pepper hair, which is my own personal form of kryptonite. But instead of putting my car in park, I pressed all my weight down on the brake.  It made his kiss goodnight a little more dangerous, because if I let up at all – we could have been on a literal roll.   It was late in the evening, and he was someone I’d known for a while.  We hadn’t connected in years, but our lunch turned dinner turned after hour drinks proved that we were both interested, but still.…

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Ten

The world has gone winter white outside my window.  Everything is soft and still and silent. I’ve been inside my home for five days straight – save the one urging of bravery to explore the wonderland, which resulted in a wrist brace and bruised backside.  Ice is pretty, and dangerous. I turned ten years old this week, in faith.  I’m actually closer to thirty – if you’re adding up the storied rings on the tree trunk – but only these last ten have been beautiful. I don’t count the years before I met him. I get a little misty eyed and contemplative on my birthdays.…

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The Invitation

I feel the stir of rippled wind as it passes over and causes my skin to flame again. This horrid summer is slowly waning.  With deep breaths the world clings on, and the heat lingers long past the time it should be gone.   I tried to escape to the mountains two weeks ago. I desperately searched for a new season, hoping it had come sooner in another’s pasture. Instead I encountered an unaltered earth; forests of dense trees and pristine waters slowly trickling by reflecting the evergreen… It was then I discovered that brooks don’t babble, they laugh. I sat upon a quiet blue ridge watching the sunrise, and praying that the newest blades of light would change this condition.…

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War

My fingers drew out the lines and traced the address of an office building onto the paper. It’s the only place left that I know to send a letter to my father. The truth being that I do not know where he lives. I do not know the place where he lays down to sleep, or the condition of his rising. I do not know if he is lonely, or if he misses me, or our family. I do not know if he is reading this, or if he is too busy working. I do not know the color of his rented dinner plates.…

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