Pieces of Me
Early one brisk morning in March, one of those mornings you dont want to step out of bed onto the cold floor for fear of the icy shudders running through you, Nelly was sweeping out the back hallway carpet as she always did to welcome in new customers. Her bistro, inspired by her late brother, was such a hit the papers did regular pieces including something different about her spot. She somehow won the heart and belly of the editor and without fail there was something mentioned about her quaint bistro every week. Reddz Bistro became so popular she had to add a breakfast menu. It is adding that menu, that lead her to turn the extra room she had seperating the resort like bathroom from the dining area into a book lending library. Nelly had her husband Jack knock out one of the walls to open the space a bit. She added few lounge chairs, small wrought iron designed tables and a nook with a beautiful picturesque view of a lovely hidden garden and romantic trail that led to a lake. Candles adorned the tables and sconces as well as a massive crystal chandelier for dim lit occasions. To create an aura of serenity and peace Nelly accented each seated area with sheer white curtains appearing to float because of the invisible strings. Nelly divided the room from the dining hall with a beautiful silvery string curtain that glimmered under the recessed lights. The Winged Room as the locals called it attracted all sorts of patrons and attention. Of lately the majority of patrons were seniors and not just any seniors, they were of a spiritual or natural nature. They often brought gifts and the bistro usually did very good on those days. Nelly enjoyed them because they always left her with a positive note and huge tips for her staff. Everytime she looked at that part of her bistro she beamed with excitement for its beauty and new stories she encountered daily. This day though was like no other, Nelly dusted out the last rug when she heard a loud thump come from the backdoor. Hesitant, she turned down the music she had been playing to see if she heard anything else. There was nothing. With a sigh of relief she picked up the remote to turn the music back up when she heard another unexpected noise. This time it sounded like a whimper. Nelly usually parked in the back to get out easier once the dinner rush left out. She wondered if an animal got in her car again. She quickly flipped on the back light and grabbed her sweater and golf club she kept hidden near the door. As she opened the door she saw nothing, her nerves began to settle. She peered around the door to her car, horrified she dropped the club and lifted her hands to her mouth. Nelly slowly moved towards her car. On the hood of her Maxima was a basket. What horrified her was the little bundle peeking its head up from the basket and what seemed like mounds of covers. She frantically looked around, not a person in site. Daylight was creeping in on the now two of them. Nelly didn't want to panic. Deciding to take the tike to the nearest hospital, she grabbed the basket while fumbling around her pocket for the keys. Nelly placed the basket in the back, while trying to strap the baby in, a blanket fell open revealing a new surprise. The baby had a note and, what seemed like a glow.
