“Enough with the drama, Jackie! Why bundle up all your emotions until we’re all together, then proceed to cross the line of decency every time?” Turning to the dishes, I immersed my hands in the water, deliberately refocusing. Like a ghost, she flitted away, likely feeling attacked. Ah, some peace now.
The radiant sun, my mother’s true idol, bathed the kitchen with brilliant light. It put me in a reflective mood pulling out the baking stone while the wind-filled curtains created strange flickering patterns against the stove. Sneaking a taste of the frosting, I began to meander in my memories.
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So true and real to life, Susi! Excellent piece!
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❤ I appreciate that very much, Eugenia!
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My pleasure, Susi! 💖
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I enjoy your occasional ambiguity. I have to think.
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Thinking is wonderful. 🙂
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Vibrant and realistic. Nicely done!
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Thanks, Joyce! 🙂
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Lovely snippet of life. Someone somewhere is living this moment – that’s how real it felt!
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Awwww, thanks for that, Val! I’m glad I could convey that. 🙂
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Lovely, reflective piece
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Thanks, Sadje! Glad you liked it. 🙂
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Always my pleasure
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OOOh delicious in all ways… I absolutely want to hear more after this slice…
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🙂 Sadly, all my 100 word stories are just “teasers”. As to commenting, I have all of them go to approval first. Unfortunately, I get so much spam daily, it is easier to dispose of it this way. 🙂
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