rewrite of: on her way to visiting a high school friend Yours Truly

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There was snow, but not like she remembered growing up. Her memories of Decembers were whiter than Decembers today. Her mind pictured weeks, sometimes months, of total whiteness enveloping...

"That's a funny saying."

The first thing Dave noticed about the kid beside him were khaki pants. The beige draped the long legs not too snug, not too loose. He wore a polo of mid bright green, its cotton almost thick as a thin sweatshirt. The fabric looked soft. The kid...

"What do you think of dreams?" Lacy asked. Her hands cupped around her wide mug like she was trying to keep warm around a fire

"I think people ought to be more realistic," he replied, took a sip of the earl gray Lacy had served. Funny he thought. Drinking caffeine this...

There was a pub one artery and two veins from the square that sheltered probably who I'd consider the most miserable soul I've known.

He arrived that watering hole around the same time I would: the start of happy hour before the crowd ruffled through. It was my favorite time to...

They bonded over rooibos tea. In college it would've been late night coffee or beer , but by this time, they were more responsible. So uncaffeinated rooibos it was.

The sun set early in that time they first met: transition into late autumn. Even though the days would become shorter in...

"Jean. aren't you supposed to be in class?"

She hadn't expected to run into anyone, but she wasn't displeased by the encounter. She had decided to take the entire day off and instead spend it at the cafe doing nothing at all, besides for drinking large volumes of coffee and  rooibos...

OpenerBesides a mug of earl gray rooibos , there were few different things on her tabletop. An Organic Chemistry textbook and a stack of marked index cards. If a friend could peer through her second story window they would guess that she had staged the scene for a Facebook photo...

After a cold week it finally feels like summer or at least late spring in Michigan . I'm already finding it harder to write about rooibos teas on winter nights where dark falls too soon. Finding it easier to write about summer.

I grew up thinking that yard work wasn't...

OpenersWith the pot of fresh earl gray rooibos ready, Sally took a deep breath and dared to look directly down at the textbook that remained in her workspace. She had placed the other two textbooks under the bed, after a long battle of trying to multitask, finally coming to somehow...