There Comes A Time – Part Seven [FICTION]

Homemade baby food

As Deb teaches new mothers how to make homemade baby food, does she have something else up her sleeve? (Photo by thedabblist, Flickr)

Deb stood behind the cafe counter inside Little Things, pulsing boiled apricots in a blender as she taught a dozen new mothers how to make homemade baby food. “Now slowly add the apple juice and puree,” she said. “You want the apricots to have a smooth, thin texture. If it is too thin, you can always blend in a few Cheerios to thicken it up.” Read more of this post

There Comes A Time – Part Five [FICTION]

Fitness classes

Carla and Daphne meet again in the gym. (Photo by Nottingham Trent University, Flickr)

Carla had barely raised her blood pressure as she exercised halfheartedly on the elliptical machine and stared out the window. Cold Case. She just couldn’t wrap her mind around the fact that the police were giving up. To her, the case was anything but cold. But then, they weren’t the ones who felt as though everything inside them had shriveled up and died, were they? Even though she had told Evan she understood his quandary and had halfway expected it to happen at some point, the truth was that she couldn’t help but feel somewhat betrayed by the men and women who had promised her that they would solve the case. City budgets only went so far, she rationalized, so it made sense that after a time they would have to use their resources to pursue cases with leads. Still, the change in status stung. She was just grateful Evan was on her side and had promised not to forget, to keep digging. He was one of the good guys, and she was grateful their paths had crossed.  Read more of this post

There Comes A Time – Part Three [FICTION]

Chai latte

Deb and Carla talk seriously about the future of the store. (Photo by Nick Medina, Flickr)

By seven o’clock, Carla was exhausted and ready to go home. Once she had put aside the painful thoughts that plagued her and gotten down to business, she accomplished a lot. She’d paid the company’s outstanding invoices, placed orders to restock their inventory, and made appointments with vendors to examine new merchandise samples over the next few weeks. Finally, she turned off the computer monitor, stretched, and walked out into the store with her purse slung over her shoulder, only to find Deb perched on one of the stools at the cafe counter, sipping tea. “Where’s Sonia?” Read more of this post

There Comes A Time – Part Two [FICTION]

Bank

When Daphne encounters someone from her past at work, it throws her for a loop. (Photo by Adrian Berg, Flickr)

Daphne sat in her cubicle at the bank crunching ice as she went over the mortgage papers for the Chesterfield account. Everything looked in order, so the closing on their house should be easy peasy. She hated when things went haywire at the last minute, so she always did her best to ensure her clients had nothing to complain about, that the titles were clear and there were no troublesome liens that came out of nowhere only to surprise everyone involved. She had just slipped all of the paperwork into a folder when she heard a tapping on her wall. “Oh hi Mr. Price,” she said, smiling up at her boss. Read more of this post

There Comes A Time – Part One [FICTION]

Dumbells

In an effort to take control of her life once again, one woman begins at the gym. (Photo by Garen Meguerian, Flickr)

Clunk! Carla dropped the weights, her arms too weak to curl fifty pounds at once. She hadn’t been to the gym in years, and she winced from the effort. Sweat dripped from her brow, her face was flushed, and she felt as though she wanted to vomit. She chugged some water and wiped her face, then tried a lighter weight and successfully completed a set, even if it was a little on the shaky side. Read more of this post