Cindy Calder
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From Charleston SC - "I am still learning." Michelangelo
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Love on the Battery
Sitting on the second floor balcony of the historical home situated at the far end of the Battery, Anabelle watched the boats move fluidly through the Charleston harbor, their sails full in the strong February winds. The beautiful three-story home she had lived in since birth was originally built in 1787, withstanding many a hurricane, war, and uprising throughout the years.
By Cindy Calder3 years ago in Humans
Love Rises Like a Phoenix
In the late afternoon each day, Tess walked the cliffs of Cornwall, looking out upon the vast ocean as she awaited the return of her beloved sea captain. The Trevose Head Lighthouse stood at the ready, able to provide guidance to any incoming ship out on the seas. It had been over a year since she’d seen The Saphho draw near, but she held steadfast to hope as she waited, walking amidst the flower encrusted cliffs high above the lapping ocean’s waves.
By Cindy Calder3 years ago in Humans
The Dream
The dream had been ongoing for nearly six months, reoccurring at least once a week, but sometimes more. Despite the repetition of it, Tessa didn’t know what the dream meant, but she knew that her subconscious was obviously attempting to make her aware of something. Each time, she awoke in a profuse sweat and immediately tried to jot down specifics about it, but the dream was nearly always identical in nature and no real conclusions were drawn.
By Cindy Calder3 years ago in Humans
Parisian Encounter
Giselle sat at the small table in the Parisian café where she was waiting for her date to arrive. Jacques should be along any time now. Paris was a very busy city, as was Jacques, and it was quite possible he’d been held up by unforeseen events at work. At any rate, she was sure that he would be arriving shortly. He had promised her, after all, that tonight would be a very special first date for the two of them. They had been working together for a year now at the store, but they had never been on a date before this evening’s planned event.
By Cindy Calder3 years ago in Humans
The Personification of Merlot
The Personification of Merlot Recitations Zelda had revisited the Prose & Wine café several times – well, twelve times to be exact – over the last four months. And it was all purely motivated by the opportunity to hear him read just one more time. She couldn’t remember ever hearing a lovelier recitation of any piece of classical work. She was sure that his voice, laced with a lilting and beautiful English accent, was a gift from the Gods, derived in ancient times. She still did not know his real name, since he was known only as The Eloquent Englishman when he read.
By Cindy Calder3 years ago in Humans
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