Antoinette L Brey
Bio
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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Georgia
I thought I heard a meek meow. I got up, from my towel, slightly confused and looked for a cat. And suddenly I saw her She peered around the corner, staring at me. I was surprised I did not expect to see a cat at the beach. The Tabby poked her head out a of her hiding place and started walking toward me. I approached her she turned around, and I started to follow her. I felt as if she wanted to show me something. She purred as we approached a falling-apart hut on the shore. Once inside I saw an empty food bowl. Next to it was a bag with 4 cans of cat food. I smiled, all I had to do was open the can and fill the bowl. There also was a non-opened bottled water. I searched and found another bowl. It seemed as if the community was taking care of her. I looked around, I wondered if this should be this kitten's future. Was she being taken to the vet? I was lost in thought when I heard a male voice, "I know what you are thinking" Startled I turned to see a large tan and white spotted cat. Did he just talk to me? " You are wondering if Georgia would be better off with you." I stared he was absolutely right that was what I was thinking. I started to reply back, but then stopped myself. Was I honestly having an English conversation with a cat?
By Antoinette L Brey3 years ago in Fiction
A Swim
Every night at midnight, the purple clouds came out to dance with the blushing sky. Tonight she floated in the warm water lake. The water massaged her skin, she swam following the moves of the clouds. At times the purple wrapped around her, touching the lake's water. She heard the birds weaving through the clouds. They like flutes sang. She knew their songs by heart. She exited the lake and went and lay on the nearby rock ledges. The warmth of the clouds always shocked her. They seemed to absorb the water from her. She wanted to sleep here, but she knew the watch would come by after the clouds have returned to their stark white color. The sky was now lavender, time for her to dress and return to her home.
By Antoinette L Brey3 years ago in Fiction
The Running Tide
Every night at midnight, the purple clouds came out to dance with the blushing sky. She usually fell asleep before their arrival, but tonight she was out on a date. She loved watching them dance, it made her heart sing. John and his hand in hers, she soon forgot about the nightly occurrence. She turned her attention to her date.
By Antoinette L Brey3 years ago in Fiction
In the box
If walls could talk. I would have explained to her how to open that lock. Anna could never open the door of her storage bin. I could tell she hated coming out here. She had brought two plastic leaf bags to fill with trash. There was no place to move in the bin so she started at the door, and slowly moved deeper into the room. The first bag she filled with old clothes. she decided to unload some of the boxes into the 2nd bag. The first box was quickly emptied. She kept a few purses, but most were thrown into the trash bag. She then pulled forward a second box. She prayed that the contents would not be books. On top was some unfamiliar fabric which she quickly removed. She started to reach into the box and then she froze. It looked like there was a skull in the box. Anna did not want to look, but she knew she did not own a fake skull. Nobody else had a key. What if it was real, how could she support the truth, that she had not placed it there? Frozen like ice, she called 911.
By Antoinette L Brey3 years ago in Fiction
Welcome
If rooms could talk. I am sure the idea never entered your mind. My rooms say 'Welcome'. I know you felt a surge of privacy and safety being miles from your home. You looked around to ensure no one was watching and then leaned on his arm. He gave you a kiss on your cheek and pulled you closer. You disappeared out of my room into the adjoining room. I heard giggles and a huge thump. The beds don't creak so all I could do is assume that you had both moved there.
By Antoinette L Brey3 years ago in Fiction
