Stuck in the Middle

Click. “This is the Captain speaking. We will be making our final decent into O’Hare at this time. We hope to have you on the ground in half an hour where the local time is 6:30 pm and the current temperature is a toasty 15 degrees below zero Fahrenheit. Ha Ha Ha! Just a wee bit of humor from the flight deck.” Click.

Dear Lord! I thought desperately. Will this flight from hell ever end?

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Hues Combined

Rustling leaves, shots of Vodka all around
Violet color flashes, thick, syrupy vintage pour
Sparkling blue radiance, water from the sound

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A Mid-Morning Encounter

The first day of spring and the temperature was already at 80° F at 11 in the morning. Chiara pushed a lock of mahogany hair from her warm brown eyes and looked up from her fashion magazine across the freshly cut lawn to the obtrusive Chemistry Library where she should have been studying for her physical chemistry mid-term exam, which was two days away on Friday.
“Excuse me, Can I have one of those?”

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