"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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I Love a Rainy Night
Heavy rain pellets shimmer in the flickering neon lights. The wind grabs my scarf and pushes me back. Leaning forward I step into the crosswalk, hoping drivers are paying attention. The asphalt glistens and rainwater rushes along the curbs overflowing the gutters. Abandoned umbrellas tumble down the street. My fingers, red and numb, fumble with the keys, finally …
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 …
