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Tea Time with Mrs. Lewis

Tea Time with Mrs Lewis

There was a silent strength in the way she poured her evening tea.  Her hands moved with a grace that betrayed her age.  Her soft smile should have accentuated the folds in her cheeks, but somehow the lines in her face all but disappeared.  Her silver hair turned jet black, the weathered wrought iron table turned ivory white, and the sun shone on rolling fields of green grass and blooming flowers.  The cool autumn morning faded like a memory.  It was spring.  It was tea time.  A moment forever locked in time for Mrs. Amanda Lewis and anyone who sat with her at the little white table adorned with two chairs.  The humble dining set filled the entirety of the small patio outside the back door of her blue wooden house.  Most people didn’t know how it happened – how the years melted away or how spring burst forth from any season during tea time with Mrs. Lewis.  But she told me once, when I was young. Continue reading “Tea Time with Mrs. Lewis”

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A ChocoCream Morning

“We ain’t doin’ that anymore,” she said, glaring at me with her icy blue eyes.  Chocolate and white cream smears decorated her pouting mouth and dappled her blue and white striped shirt underneath her overalls.  Her hands and the floor were covered as well.  Thankfully, her blonde pigtails had somehow escaped the flurry of ChocoCreamies that had been torn from their package and shoved greedily into her mouth after I had carelessly knocked over the lunch sack I was preparing.  She managed to snatch and eat three in the time it took me to retrieve the tattered package with a single, squished ChocoCreamie – thing – in it.  I honestly, didn’t know what to call them.  Little, elongated chocolate cakes filled with cream and covered in chocolate icing.  No, I knew what to call them.  A cavity in waiting.

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Blue Mage II: Back in Black and Blue

Beach Duty

I’ll always remember my first day back at the precinct after blowing my knee caps out.  And not just because of the good-natured gifts my fellow men and women in blue bequeathed upon me for successfully integrating back into the force.

Firstly, I recall being tired.  Partly because I tossed and turned the entire night before, and also because re-qualifying was a lot harder after spending a few months on the couch than after the academy.  My legs were still burning.  As I sat in the briefing room waiting on my first assignment, my bullet proof vest chafed the mound of fat that had settled between the bottom of the vest and the top of my belt.  According to Tommy and the others, I was looking “healthy”.

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