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Conversation about coffee and its benefits
Two friends holding a conversation about their morning drink "How do you take your coffee?" asked my friend "Hot," I said. "Very hot," "So hot that I can’t drink it immediately," If you have to wait to drink it, then why do you take it hot?" "It’s a morning ritual...
The chair is occupied
An old chair and almost a new one I am not sure what it is about old chairs, that makes me want to approach it and take a second look at it. Maybe because I want to know who was the person who sat there before me and the one before them? This chair that I was gazing...
The banana in the fruit basket
A short prose about the banana in the fruit basket The banana in the fruit basket is not as ripe as she wants it to be. She likes her banana just ripe. She told him that she would give it a couple more days before she checked back on the banana. He told her that he...
The rose gallery inspired by writing Scider the Wizard Cat
The Process While writing the short novel, Scider the Wizard Cat, there were a few scenes that I talk about flowers. For that, I stepped outside to smell the flowers. The roses were always out in the backyard. I can see the buds form in May and fulls blooms in June....
Distant neighbors
The drive home It was a pleasant drive home, Sometimes I see the sky blue, Other times grey, Other times a garden variety of shapes and colors, But this hour of the day, I see a fluffy pink arch, A grey cloud with a silver lining, And a silent crescent moon,...
Yucca plant to the rose
A short prose about the flowers in the tiny garden Life in the garden It goes deep, Watch the stabbers and pokers especially those that sit on the throne and poke you when you don’t look. And what do we have here? A fallen rose petal. Oh, Rosie rose, Who stands next...
Communication in art and life
I started creating ––painting, pottery, and sculptures, and showed her my pieces. She didn’t get it, get any of it. I tried to explain the significance, The look on her face told me everything. I realized I didn’t understand her. Communication is sometimes strangely...
Under the blue umbrella
Under the blue umbrella The rain started coming down in the city, She took out her blue umbrella, The one that they used to share together, This time he wasn't around, under the blue umbrella. He didn’t want to be under the umbrella, anymore, His heart desired...
Short Story Teller: What do I do all day?
The Napper Since I am writing a story about cats, I can't help but stop and greet all the cats. Some I meet in the cat cafe, some I meet when I go over to a friend's home, and some I meet on the street going to a coffee shop. Others I meet when I go on a walk. They...
