He took her to his place, and they had tea and biscuits. Rain poured outside. She wanted to go home, but he did not let her; she did not have an umbrella, and he did not trust her enough to lend her his. 'Where will I sleep?' 'In the bathtub.' Related articles A 50-Word Story … Continue reading 50-Word Tales #94
There was a time when every painter grinded his pigments from minerals and earths and other elements, and it was a long and laborious process. This was before the invention of colors-in-tubes. Azurite was the most popular blue pigment. It was made by grinding the mineral with the same name, which occurred in and around … Continue reading Read This If You Like Colors
I am fond of silence and silence is fond of me. On snowy winter mornings when I write silence clears my worried mind and soothes my restless heart and calms my disposition. Silence is then stilly bliss. On torrid afternoons in summer when I espy through the window shirtless men and girls in shorts bantering, … Continue reading Blissful, Lonely, Noisy Silence
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