A Bag of Grass Clippings

"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 …

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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... …

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