(advent) Only a little late!

I’m sorry, but I finally, FINALLY got the breakthrough I needed!  You guys…

I KNOW HOW THE STORY ENDS!

Tomorrow, more writing!

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“Am I late?”

Lai rushed into the kitchen, the door banging behind her. “I’m so sorry!” she said breathlessly. “I had a conference call run long!”

“You’re fine,” Molly said, setting another cup and saucer in front of her. “We haven’t started yet.”

“Oh good.” Lai sank down onto the stool and looked at the others around her. Noemi, Sue and Schrodinger were perched on their own stools, and Molly was standing in her normal spot between the island and the ovens. She put a stainless steel tea ball into the cup in front of Lai, and then poured boiling water into the porcelain tea cup. Fragrant steam rose from the cup, to join with the other fragrances of tea and cider and chai. “I was worried you’d start without me.”

“Never.” Molly looked around at them, then did something she’d never done before: she went and locked the kitchen door. For the next twenty minutes, nothing would go in or out.

“All right,” she said, clicking the lock and then turning to look at her friends. “Nothing we say here goes outside.”

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There will be much writing tomorrow. MUCH WRITING.  But now, I have a scarf to finish.

Originally published at The words of Valerie Griswold-Ford. You can comment here or there.

(advent) Pirates!

You knew it was coming.  I can’t seem to write a story without pirates.

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“Well, well, well, you have fallen into a nice nest, haven’t you?”

The familiar booming voice echoed through the entire house, and Drew grinned. “It’s a gilded cage,” he said, coming down the stairs. “I’m a golden bird.”

“Indeed you are!” The man at the bottom of the stairs echoed his grin. “But where is your lady? Why aren’t you sharing this with her?” Then he winked. “Or is she still in bed?”

“It’s nearly noon, Pavel,” Drew said. “No one is in bed now.”

“Says you.” Pavel shrugged. “For me, it’s still far too early.”

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Originally published at The words of Valerie Griswold-Ford. You can comment here or there.