Cindy Miller

“The Lady is Fierce” by Cindy Miller

Submitted to Contest #287

December 17, 1773, just outside Boston, Massachusetts, the afternoon after the ‘Boston Tea Party’ “Cloise, please be a dear and arrange the tea for the Grinnells and Driscolls for this afternoon. I know Miss Stapleton has all of the particulars. But it never hurts to be certain.”           “Yes, Mother,” Cloise Wilcox confirmed. She curtsied and departed the sitting room where her mother, Lady Jane Wilcox, and two of her mothers’ friends well as her friends’ daughters (schoolmates of Clo...

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“A Gift of Garnets” by Cindy Miller

Submitted to Contest #286

April, 1815, Willoughby Hall, London, England“Alice, look here! Come! I need to show you something!” Cecelia George called, as she proceeded to jimmy the lock inside the desk. “Can you please lend me one of your hair pins?” Alice Montague, was Cecelia’s best friend and confidante, since school days, and, whilst she hated the idea of a scandal and being dragged into one of Cecelia’s latest schemes, she was, secretly up for adventure. Cecelia could always count on Alice – and, now was particularly one of those times.Alice snagged her pin ...

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“The Power of Love” by Cindy Miller

Submitted to Contest #285

August, 1985; Red Rocks Amphitheatre; Morrison, Colorado“I can’t hear you!”She continued clapping, turned her head and repeated, enthusiastically, “I love Huey Lewis!”The boy next to her was laughing with his friends, so, undoubtedly, that was one reason he could not hear. Naturally, being in the middle of a Huey Lewis & the News concert, singing and dancing along to “the Power of Love,” with scenes from “Back to the Future” on the big screen ahead did not help the audio in the concert venue.“Me, too!” he finally acknowledged and yelled ...

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“What's in a Name?” by Cindy Miller

April, 1784, Thomas Jefferson’s Monticello, Charlottesville, Virginia “The master of the house should return later today according to the itinerary he discussed with us last month.” Lauralynn Catherine Scott-MacGregor had arrived at Monticello, the home of Thomas Jefferson, at dawn, on a brisk, aroma-filled, springtime-enrobed morning in early April. Her carriage, hired by the best that Williamsburg had to offer, had been cramped, but it was worth the journey, the dusty roads, the burly innkeepers, her cornflower hoop skirt and the honor du...

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“Milton Flufferbear Figures it Out” by Cindy Miller

Submitted to Contest #282

Present Day, Toadstool Toys, Bath, EnglandMilton Flufferbear was having a day. Correction, he was having twelve days, and they all looked and acted exactly alike. Not just similar, and not just nuanced-alike. But exactly alike. Right down to the same drips from the same honey pot on the same plate at the same time of day (well, Milton finally looked at the clock on Day 3 and knew something was up. He realized the timing was precisely the same each and every day. Each and every drip.). He had the same conversations with the same stuffed anima...

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“Plum Pudding Puzzlement” by Cindy Miller

Submitted to Contest #281

1819 Tambray-Thames, EnglandLady Millicent George, acting governess in the Moorcroft household, was seconds away from setting the plum pudding on the festively-adorned, snowflake-covered table in the dining room. General Alastair Moorcroft, 15th Marquis of Tambray-Thames, along with his wife Susanna and their three children (ages 5, 4 and 3, respectively) – Petunia, Pansy and Patrick – were gathered for a Christmas celebration to welcome their cousins for a visit for the holidays. Family were traveling from Paris, and the journey was typical...

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“Santa's Workshop” by Cindy Miller

Submitted to Contest #280

“Where do you think we’re going, Kitty Marie?” “Puppy Pete, I don’t know. I have been trying to keep my ears and eyes open and see if I can sniff out our destination.”           “I sure do hope some nice little girl bought us. You never know these days when parents and kids point and click on a web site. They can’t select which animal they want.”           “No, Puppy Pete. I know! I have some cousins in a boutique in Vermont. They s...

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