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Every morning she takes out her broom, it’s the one with the blue handle and the duct tape wrapped around the top, and the shuffles up to the sidewalk, where she sweeps. She is not deterred by the weather, or by anything, it seems. She never tires of this, or if she does, it doesn’t show.Posted By Marian writes On 11.05.2011 @ 12:03 pm
It was exactly 3:30 a.m. Bundled up in his parka and hat, he stepped outside. The night sky was a deep orange color, though a few stars managed to peek through the haze. The air was thick and cold. He could hear a rustle in the hedge; maybe it was a squirrel. He hoped they were nocturnal. Otherwise everything was still.Posted By Marian writes On 10.27.2011 @ 6:42 pm
He had promised his wife that he would do something to serve the community. It was no coincidence the name and number for the Good Shepherd soup kitchen was on the table. He made a mental note to call them later. He immediately began to think about soup. He wondered if the soup kitchen really did serve soup to those poor, unfortunate people, or if that was just a figure of speech, or maybe they did serve soup, but just as the first course. He added to his mental note to ask when he called.Posted By Marian writes On 10.25.2011 @ 3:57 pm
I made sure that the machine was fully automatic — press the flavor button and then the size button, and 45 seconds later, your slushie is ready. Currently the Slush Fun(d) cranks out small, medium, and large product, in flavors red, orange, and blue. Plans for 2012 include green and the possible addition of extra-large. The future is bright.Posted By Marian writes On 10.24.2011 @ 9:55 pm
“It’s all about reducing the amount of free radicals in the body,” He explained, and rather loudly, as to be heard over the steady grind of the juicer, which was pulverizing its way through 4 cucumbers, 3 carrots, a head of broccoli and a bunch of kale.
She watched, her eyes widening, as a steady stream of thick, green liquid shot out the spout and into a glass.Posted By Marian writes On 10.21.2011 @ 5:25 pm
“If we don’t hit the White Castle on the way home, I am gonna barf,” he said, his voice rising with each word.
Joey gripped the steering wheel and let out a long, dramatic breath. “Please explain to me how White Castle could serve as some kind of anti-emetic.”Posted By Marian writes On 10.19.2011 @ 7:03 pm
It was a relationship based on mutual trust and mutual need — he had the bike, she had the three dollars, he had the gravitas of being 11 years old (and she was merely 9), she had the three whole dollars, they both needed candy, and needed it bad, so he went to the store while she waited at the house.Posted By Marian writes On 10.18.2011 @ 2:09 pm