Lori Bowman
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We'll Always Have Paris...in a Cup
A number of years ago, my sister and I discovered the blissful pleasures of high tea at the Empress Hotel in Victoria, Canada. The clinking of fine china, the artfully designed tea sandwiches, the presentation of the food on a 3-tiered porcelain tray and the fragrant floral centerpieces made us feel as if we had traveled back in time to an era when people didn’t rush through a meal and savored the sensual ambiance of the dining experience.
By Lori Bowman5 years ago in Feast
Ordinary Things
Ordinary Things On the eve of his tenth birthday, Malcolm Milkworth found a tarnished pewter brooch with a broken clasp lying in the alley behind Sully’s Fish Market. It was cast in the shape of a dragon with interlacing scrolls on the face and body. A silver tongue protruded from its mouth as if it were breathing fire. Its single jade eye glinted in the sun’s reflection when Malcolm reached down to examine it. He tucked the brooch safely away in his back pocket feeling as if he’d just stumbled upon one of the Queen of England’s crown jewels.
By Lori Bowman5 years ago in Criminal
