Antoinette L Brey
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I am an elder in a time of freedom. I am now retired. All i want to do is have fun. Without a daily routine, my imagination is one of my only salvations. I am not planning on writing a book, it is just for my own pleasure
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The Flicker
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. The dancing flame flickered. At the edge of the cabin. Leaning against the wall was a frightened lady. Her nails were neatly manicured and painted with red and blue, berry juice. Her face was stained with tears, and her hair looked perfect. But her loose dress was covered with blood and dirt. She was mesmerized by the moving shadows created by the light of the flame. She had never seen a shadow or so it seemed, yet she had lit the burning candle. The oddly shaped matches had been hers. But there was no shadow reflecting from her figure. She gazed around the room, looking for someone to comfort her but she was the only one there.
By Antoinette L Brey4 years ago in Fiction
What a Gift
When she was young her father had always called her his little kitten She would smile as he brushed her hair. She used to look at the soft fluffy balls of affection in the pet shop. The workers there all knew her and let her play with the animals. She wanted a kitten, but she was her father's kitten. She was the center of the activity in the house. She wondered if her father had even realized that she wanted a kitten.
By Antoinette L Brey4 years ago in Fiction
Summer Marshmallows
The marshmallows were on sale when she went to the market today. She decided to buy a bag. She had such good memories of smores, as a child at summer camp and school camping trips. She thought of the melted Hersey bar creations. Trying to keep the melted mess from falling off the graham crackers, She remembered her mother laughing as she licked the gunk off her fingers. In fact, everybody had been laughing. Her mother would make up stories. She often created them by using the names of her students. The children were thrilled by the tales.
By Antoinette L Brey4 years ago in Feast
Dads
He had held me as a baby. He had brought me home from the hospital. I was adopted, but I was his family. He held me with love. Some men build you up and others crash you down. He was a builder. He helped push my mother to new horizons. His words were "You can, you can." Sometimes I cry that he was not the man who grew up with me. I wonder what I might have done with a cheerleader of a father by my side, Instead of hearing everything I needed to change and fix, I would have had someone standing behind me. If he stood behind his wife he would have stood behind his daughter. He had pride in his family. His household conducted conversations between adults, not the huge confrontations I grew up with. Once he died the love in the house seemed to fade.
By Antoinette L Brey4 years ago in Families
Mystery of the sea
The women just stood at the stern of the ship. They were trying to avoid the craziness that lay before them. One young man had tried to fight off the giant creatures which blocked their way. The mighty claws of the red lobster were not tied for the lady's eating. The man's spear had not even been able to crack them. The huge animal's claw had bent the soldier's sword. A true maiden would have screamed in horror but the women on the ship like statues stood still in silence and watched. They did not swoon over the brave fighting man. The man felt lost, a beaten warrior was to be comforted and his wounds were to be kissed and tended to, but these women did not seek to soothe his sorrow, pains, and frustrations. To the it seemed to be just another fight, just another day. The man began to feel that maybe these young women were not damsels fair enough to fight for. If his muscles weren't worth a lady's shy glance, maybe her attentions weren't him risking his life. So he pretended to die. Then lobster forgot him and the soldier slowly floated out of the lobster's grasp. The young ladies noticed the brave soldier's body floating on the sea. The young man listened to hear a cry of concern. But these stoic women did not feel a loss. The young man felt a loss. When had a soldier's life, lost its worth. When did a young lady not swoon over a young man who risked his life for her? Was not his muscular build and swagger worth a sly glance? He did not cry, but he felt a sense of sorrow. He wondered what would happen if he serenaded his desire? His body neared the lady's ship. He could hear them laughing, ignoring his floating body. And then he thought he felt soft skin on his arm. He was too shocked to turn his head to look. He had imagined these women with skin as gravel to match their hard hearts. but this hand soothed his mind. The soft skin of her hand pulled him over to the ship. He wanted to jump from the waters into her grasp, but he was dead. Strong soft hands pulled him onto the ship's deck.
By Antoinette L Brey4 years ago in Fiction
The Sky was a Flame
The Cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night a candle burned in the window. Inside a funny-looking man hummed a doomsday song as he played with his chemicals. The world's fate had been cast. He was its sole determinator. Only he believed this, but only he had read the ancient writing. He hummed more of the song. He knew his small candle would go unnoticed, in this part of the world, but his message should have already been heard. He had mailed his evidence to the US government. But nowhere on the news was there mention of it. He hummed, as he focused on his plans. The small cabin was full of drones, round hollow balls, and of course chemicals.
By Antoinette L Brey4 years ago in Fiction
The Best Summer Food
The best summer food in North Carolina comes from the Miller's house. Yes, other people have cookouts. And Lauri's grilled Salmon is a close second, but eating Mary Miller's cooking always used to be one of my favorite treats. She would make the fruit and vegetables on the outside grill. I know in most people's minds a cookout is hamburgers and hotdogs, but I always thought her fruit and vegetables won the contest. I used to go over there and occasionally eat with their family. Life though has moved on. I went back to work and my schedule became more hectic. The Millers were no longer dinner partners.
By Antoinette L Brey4 years ago in Feast
Sad he understood
I was so sad that he had to understand. But when I looked into his eyes, I could sense the desertion he felt. I shivered when I walked into his living environment. His wife visited him, but she did not seem to understand. She would talk with all the other residents and fuss over him. Not as a man or a husband, but as a patient, someone who couldn't take care of themselves. She tried to befriend all the other residents and staff. Of course, there was the routine kiss goodbye. She seemed to give no thought to the environment that he was living in or his quality of life. She seemed oblivious to the conditions.
By Antoinette L Brey4 years ago in Families
