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Cara Arildsen
Stories (7/0)
CAT AND MOUSE
Six o’clock AM, another day begins at the estate. The servants arise and dress in their uniforms and head to the kitchen dining room for their breakfast. The staff settles in with their coffee. Coffee time is the best part of the day for the staff. It is a dark roast and served just at the right strength. This is the time the staff has just to themselves to chat and get ready for a day of service. The Butler, Mr. Maxon enters the dining room, the staff stands until he is seated. He is the head of the palace staff. 60 years old, he volunteered for service at the palace. Mr. Maxon alerts the cook Ms. Parker that breakfast is ready to be served. She brings out a porcelain tureen and sets it in front of him. Mr. Maxon picks up a bowl from the stack to his left. He dishes out portions into each bowl and the staff passes them down the table. Clara looks down hiding her disappointment. Porridge--again! More often than not the staff is served porridge for breakfast. She does not complain because as service positions in this time went - theirs was one of the best. As she consumes her breakfast she gently fingers the heart shaped locket around her neck.
By Cara Arildsen3 years ago in Fiction
RAIN BEAU
Arriving at the restaurant, my Lyft (™) driver pulled up to the front door. The rain was pouring down, I rushed so I would not be soaked. Les Chat Noir (The Black Cat) is a modern french restaurant in downtown Detroit. My friends picked this place. I got an email invitation for “the gang” meaning my 3 other girlfriends and I to spend some quality time together. This was arranged for a late Sunday afternoon. I arrived on time as always. I knew I would be waiting for the others. Their version of “on time was 30 minutes late.
By Cara Arildsen3 years ago in Humans
Family Jewels
July 1, 2000 Hoxie Arkansas is a sweltering hot day. This is a "One Horse Town". Four corners a traffic light and railroad tracks running through. My grandmother Arnette bequeathed twenty thousand dollars to me to execute her estate. Her home is the last asset to close the estate.
By Cara Arildsen4 years ago in Families