One of my stories in the archives. Enjoy your day.
a cooking pot and twisted tales
In shocked disbelief, I stared at the face on the boxed inset on TV. The headline news was making its evening rounds again on the local news channel. They had shown her in the morning, but as I rushed around for my morning engagements, I had glanced with vague interest at the strangely familiar face without recognition; but now, it was all coming back to me.
It was a couple of days to Valentine and I was growing heartsick and overdosed from seeing all the love shaped hearts stuck on store windows, the heart shaped chocolates, the balloons and cakes, the little teddies with their sugary messages, lovers making moon eyes at each other, even all the television channels seemed to be peddling the same syrupy valentine messages. I felt like the loneliest person on planet Earth. I was just getting over a broken passion and part of my therapy…
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What a wonderful, intriguing story!! I really enjoyed this, and I also always get a caramel macchiato! How ironic. 🙂
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I love those macchiato’s. They haven’t helped my diet much though 😉
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No, they definitely don’t, but you have to have one every once in awhile to appreciate why we diet. 😉 hehe
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Yup 🙂
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I’m so taken by this story that I would love for you to do a sequel just so I don’t have to stop reading. Amazing!
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We will see how it goes. Will take a look at that the beauties that we produce 😉
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