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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Frozen
She stared at the hot vapor of her breathe. She wasn't used to crisp bursts of wind and below zero weather. She had thought she was prepared for it. Long underwear, leg warmers, and of course a down jacket. She thought she looked ridiculous, but she seemed to blend right in. Nobody gave her a second thought. Not even when she tried to enter the subway with a quarter instead of a token. Some middle-aged man had grumbled at her for slowing him down, but he did take the time to point out the token booth. Everywhere she looked there were people, but she also noticed all the secluded cameras. She was not as hidden as she had originally thought. But her thoughts and the contents of her bag were only known by her. She saw no policemen. There was one parked cruiser but it was empty. It gave her a false sense of security. Nobody was keeping guard, but again there were those cameras. The businessmen the store managers, all were prepared. She had reserved a hotel room. She was happy to be settling into a glitzy establishment. Her boss would pay for her drinks. She wondered what actually she was doing here. They had been so secretive. They had told her when she got there to order a White Russian. She didn't know you could get cocktails through room service. The drink arrived with a pretty cocktail napkin. Taped to the back of the napkin was a key. She was slightly angry. A key to what? She looked at the design on the glass. A traditional hotel glass, no numbers or hidden message. She heard a knock on her door. He had forgotten to give her her copy of the bill. Customers don't usually request one. She thanked him. The clue must be on the bill. The cocktail napkin was very pretty. It had on it a photo of a frozen lake decorated with icicles. Nobody was ice skating on the lake, what a strange promotional image. She looked at the bill. At the bottom of the bill was an advertisement for ice skating. It was at a downtown lake. Would they have lockers, and if yes how would she know which one. Why the nonsense? Why not just a note on her pillow?
By Antoinette L Brey4 years ago in Fiction
To stop or start
Were they punishing me or was it some hidden reward? I woke up and found my room was empty, and on the table was a pile of money. Well not quite empty I was laying in my bed. On sheets and under my favorite blanket. There also was my laptop sitting. on the end of the bed. When I signed on I saw a huge green sign and then the words shop and decorate. Was someone giving me the money to redecorate, and what had they done with my dressers and my clothes. How was I going to go shopping in my nightclothes? How had this happened? But it was even weirder than I could have imagined. I clicked on the green sign on my laptop, and a picture of the clothes that had been hanging in my closet appeared. I clicked on the picture of my white dress and suddenly it was laying beside me on my bed. I clicked on the other five dresses I wore a lot, and they were hanging in my bedroom closet. There was a photo of my bathroom. I clicked on it and all the objects in it became visible. My bra was in a glass bowl I clicked on it and it lay on top of my dress on my bed. I would wear the underwear I already had on. I changed and went to see how much money I had. $3700 not a little but not a lot if I was not keeping the furniture. One of my dressers had been missing a drawer front. it just looked like a stuffed hole. I had been planning to get rid of it.
By Antoinette L Brey4 years ago in Fiction
Should She Run?
She had been looking forward to this day for the whole month. In the middle of the room was a pile of boxes. She was the only person in the room. She wondered when the other guests would arrive. It was supposed to be a party. Had everybody declined? She looked at all the food she had cooked. She had made samples of all the food she would be offering on her menu.
By Antoinette L Brey4 years ago in Fiction
My Bakery
She read the article over and over again. They had obviously made a mistake. Her bakery did not make a poisoned cake. She ran to the phone and called the police. She looked at the picture. It was definitely a beautiful cake. And yes one slice was missing. It looked like a death by chocolate cake, but it wasn't. The dispatcher answered the phone. Anna tried to sound calm. Hello this is Anna from Delicious Delectable Desserts, we made and delivered the cake but we did not poison it. We did not put poison in the cake. The dispatcher asked Anna to hold. Anna repeated her presentation to a young male detective. He tried his best to assure her that she was not going to be arrested. They had tested the cake no traces of poison were in it. Anna felt faint with relief. Well no harm done they did not mention my bakery. No one will be boycotting me. It's just that I recognized the cake. The detective thanked her for calling.
By Antoinette L Brey5 years ago in Fiction
His Behavior
She sat on the bench and watched the little boy play. He seemed oblivious to her. He was using the box as his dwelling. He was playing house and seemed preoccupied with the piece of fabric he was cradling in his arms. this wad of fabric was his baby. He was softly singing a lullaby. The lady did not recognize the tune. To her, he seemed to be around 5 years old. His mother came over to check on him. 'The lady said hello to her and told her that he was singing a baby to sleep. She asked his mother if he had a little brother or sister. She said no. But she did not seem too concerned that he was playing house. She seemed more concerned about the stranger observing her son. The young boy chose to ignore both women and kept rocking the baby. The lady knew this was about the age that many children chose their path. She observed the boy. He was in jeans and sneakers. A typical-looking boy. Noticing the mother watching her, she told her to have a good day and went on her way. The mother was wondering why the city had a bench here. The lady was wondering about the nurturing nature of the young boy. It was a public bench she made it a point to come back. The mother went and took the seat the lady had been occupying. The young boy left his box and went and sat in his mother's lap. She sang him the song he had been singing earlier. She said nothing about the cloth baby. After all it was part of growing up. Mothering was a role of both parents.
By Antoinette L Brey5 years ago in Fiction
A Mentally Balanced Society
Georgia looked down at her silver heart-shaped locket. In it was a picture of her mother. She had dark hair and wore red and purple. A color combination that had been forbidden for as long as Georgia could remember. She hid her locket and turned her attention to her closet. There was not much in it. She was a design student so this month she was scheduled to wear blue and white. In her closet was one special item. She was graduating this week. Her special colors were yellow and tan. The outfit had been chosen for her. It had arrived the other day. Her new job had been preselected as well. Her new job would be in this department. She would assign the colors for the ease and betterment of her fellow citizens. Her society's main goal was to look after the mental well-being of its citizens. They eliminated all self -determination and free choice. They had no jails, no crime, no hate speech, and no mental hospitals. People did not have the ability or need to make a bad decision.
By Antoinette L Brey5 years ago in Fiction
My Passion
I remember sitting in school and listening to the teacher talk on and on. Loading us up on facts. I would mindlessly take dictation, do0dle in my notebook, or contemplate my own interpretation of a fact. I have never been too interested in facts. I always enjoyed using facts or objects to create an idea, story, or design.
By Antoinette L Brey5 years ago in Geeks
