"Twelve dollars?!" She scoffed, "Looks like a bag of grass clippings!" She tossed the organic lemongrass tea back on the discount shelf, adjusted her Bluetooth and made a beeline for the designer handbags across the aisle. Grass clippings? He looked up from the dress shirt he'd been contemplating. Turning the bag over, he read the back: Lemongrass has been traditionally used in Ayurvedic …
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Songs in the Forest — Part V
The floodlights captured giant white crustaceans and glowing blue-green fish with huge eyes. They maneuvered around the submarine, investigating for food. Tap -- tap, tap. It was a miracle anyone had survived the explosion much less the descent to the ocean floor. Fyodor took a deep breath as he stepped from the forest onto the …
Songs in the Forest — Part IV
Fyodor laid out his coffee carafe and kulich* on the folded military blanket, near the rock where he'd been before. He poured himself a cup and opened his notebook. He found the Pushkin poem he'd adapted to Ninilchik. He began to read aloud and his thoughts wandered. Thoughts If I walk among the noisy streets... …
