The Beryl Stairs ©ped 2e The Fissures Alison and Drew were already up. He heard the singing laughter and the dull ringing of objects in the kitchen below. He heard a wooden spoon rap against a mixing bowl. Water was running. Peach waffles and pineapple juice awaited him. With any luck she’d sprinkle coconut shavings over the top of the waffles, maybe use the rest of the bag of shavings to bake a tray of macaroons for later in the day. Ali only cooked on road trip days. They were taking the car to Port Townsend to visit her family, again. It must be Sunday. He was glad to be home this weekend. He searched his mind and discovered he had no assignments to finish on this day. He was hungry and ready to drive. He was ready to make his family weary with his bad jokes and unnatural exuberance. He was ready to pull himself from sleep, dance down the staircase, nuzzle his wife on the back of her neck and kick his boy in the seat of his pants.
The Mauve Blister
The Mauve Blister
The Mauve Blister
The Beryl Stairs ©ped 2e The Fissures Alison and Drew were already up. He heard the singing laughter and the dull ringing of objects in the kitchen below. He heard a wooden spoon rap against a mixing bowl. Water was running. Peach waffles and pineapple juice awaited him. With any luck she’d sprinkle coconut shavings over the top of the waffles, maybe use the rest of the bag of shavings to bake a tray of macaroons for later in the day. Ali only cooked on road trip days. They were taking the car to Port Townsend to visit her family, again. It must be Sunday. He was glad to be home this weekend. He searched his mind and discovered he had no assignments to finish on this day. He was hungry and ready to drive. He was ready to make his family weary with his bad jokes and unnatural exuberance. He was ready to pull himself from sleep, dance down the staircase, nuzzle his wife on the back of her neck and kick his boy in the seat of his pants.