Much to Learn: Best Laid Plans

With thanks to Paolo of Wholebean and I Sarah and Mark's Story began here Six weeks. She was supposed to have six weeks to prepare herself for this encounter. Although Sarah had initially been disappointed that between Mark’s schedule and hers there was no earlier date available for the two of them to get together, she … Continue reading Much to Learn: Best Laid Plans

The Apprentice: The Academy, Part 3

Kyria's story began here Kyria flounced down on her bed with a dry sob. She bade the tears to come, to bring some relief, but they stubbornly remained hidden. Probably for the best, she thought to herself, this stuff won’t pack itself. She gazed around the tiny room that had been home for the better … Continue reading The Apprentice: The Academy, Part 3

Much to Learn: The Taste of Him

With thanks to Paolo of Wholebean and I As Sarah approached the pub, she marvelled at her complete lack of panic. This was her third try, her third attempt to meet someone who might. . . . Although she wasn’t panicked, she still wasn’t able to complete that particular thought. Besides, she wasn’t even sure if … Continue reading Much to Learn: The Taste of Him

The Apprentice: The Academy, Part 2

Kyria's story began here Kyria drew herself taller as she returned Master Cyrus’s stare across the council chamber. She shivered just as she had the last time she had faced him down, and she hoped that her heavy robes would conceal that sign of fear. Was that a smirk she saw? The shadows made it … Continue reading The Apprentice: The Academy, Part 2

The Apprentice: The Academy, Part 1

Kyria’s knees quaked as she into the centre of the council chamber.  She tried to project an air of confidence, though she could find nothing inside from which to draw this feeling.  She drew a deep breath. With her whole future at stake, she could hardly afford to let her emotions take over now. Her … Continue reading The Apprentice: The Academy, Part 1

The Special Spoon

It hung in the corner of the kitchen, mostly escaping notice unless one was looking for it. It never escaped Tess’s notice, though. She had a very special relationship with that particular spoon. She hid her blush every time a new server commented on it. What self-respecting restaurant kept wooden spoons around anymore, they would … Continue reading The Special Spoon