Remember that story about the Old Man I’ve mentioned a couple of times now? Well, here’s a more complete reconstitution. I think it still needs some work and, of course, my memory of the first story probably puts it on a pedestal it never inhabited, but this is pretty good anyway. The Old Man I […]
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While I was attending University of California, Santa Cruz, I took a course called “African Women” in which we studied women’s roles in various African societies. The following short story was one of my assignments. I used things from my experience in Kenya and placed them in South Africa, using information we had learned about […]
Remember that short story I mentioned my teacher lost? Well, it keeps calling to me to write it again. Here’s a short scene I did for that project on July 23, 1999. “There he is again, that stinky old man,” she thought as she walked past the bus stop on the way to school. “He […]
Sally couldn’t drink coffee, but she loved the smell. So much so that each morning before work she would have breakfast in the coffee shop on the first floor of the building at which she worked.
She would arrive shortly after they had opened, to experience the slow, dreamy awakening of the rich, spicy, coffee aroma. She would order her usual blueberry scone with a regular sized cup of hot cocoa and cozy into the corner reading a mystery or science fiction novel.
Some days, Sally would have lunch at the coffee shop, too. She called it her “mid-day fix.” Her usual repast was a pizza bagel or turkey sandwich accompanied by a cup of herbal tea, for caffeine was a nemesis to her system. It made her feel tired, and if she drank too much it made her stomach acidy and also gave her a headache, similar to a hangover, but without the pleasurable buzz beforehand.