Prose
Mushrooms.
Foley was a bit drunk and a little blue after having spent the morning drinking with the usual crowd at the Breeze Inn. One of the regulars had mentioned old Red and it was a damned shame they couldn’t find him. Probably got himself lost in that damned forest.
My mother says my eyes are as deep as the ocean and as blue as the
sea…
Life to me is a rainbow which appears at the horizon the bed of red roses that emits love… The feel of the dew on the green fresh grass…
The first orange ray of the sun that
steals its way through my window
to wake me up…The white snow that kisses my cheeks and feels like cotton…
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They called her perfect. More beautiful than Virgil's Georgics more profound than Socrates; she was more articulate than Cicero more brilliant than a thousand suns. They all loved her.
And I couldn't stand her.
She was too perfect. Too well-dressed too pristine too demure. Yet she was too lively too affectionate too delightfully sophisticated.
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I was so grateful for the chance to work in such a wonderful restaurant but the Maitre d' warned me that some of their patrons ranged from difficult to impossible and the owners were extraordinarily responsive to their clientele and had been known to discharge a chef at the slightest provocation. I breezed through my first month in the kitchen without a single complaint.
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I've often thought of my maternal grandmother as a sort of mirage of a woman. She was tall pretty smart and daring. She was a nurse and had the opportunity to travel some while she was young. In a lot of ways she was very blessed. She met my grandfather... when I'm not so certain; but they were married in a Catholic church and their life together began.
