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It's been one week since I moved to New York. Megan and Riley took care of the advertisement and promotion of my work and also about the office space. I haven't seen my office space yet but Riley and Megan told me it will be ready soon and I would love it. Can't wait to see the office and starts working. I'm grateful to them. They had done so many things for me. They are the best of best friends of mine.As soon as I will start working I will be able to repay the debts, rent a home and brought Mom here, in New York. Maine is home bu...
There weren't many who had the gift Anam had. The gift of observation. He could read body language and facial expressions like the person was telling him exactly what they were feeling at the moment.It startled people sometimes, how easily he could gauge someone's intentions, and he gently tried to steer people to someone who fit, who could understand the other. Sometimes all a person needed was a gentle nudge, small push in the right direction, sometimes they needed a literal shove. Anam found his peace when people r...
MelodyWelcome to Love Lagoon. My name is Sandy, I’ll be answering any questions you have on today’s tour. So, first off, I’m going to tell you the story of soulmates. I know, I know, you’ve all heard it before, so I’ll make it short. When we are born, each of us is given a melody. A simple tune. A song, if you will. The catch is, only one other person is given this melo...
“Please, we need her to marry soon,” the woman before me begged. I sighed. I had already tried to explain to her that matches were made when they need to be, not upon demand.“Listen, Mrs Dennise, I need you to accept that matchmaking takes time” I told her again and her smooth brow furrowed. She was very elegant and intimidated me slightly but I wouldn't let her know that. Her red silk Dahlia wa...
Last night as we drove the 30 mile trip to the funeral home to say goodbye to my dear friend Carlene - I was feeling rather blue, missing my friend and thinking of so many regrets, what if's and should have’s. I began to feel sorry for myself; wishing I could have said goodbye. Why did I wait so long? why didn’t I just rush to her side? Regretting not taking the time to visit and show how much I cared for her. I began to feel so far apart and distant— like in a dream, I was being carried away to another time and place. ...
The night was chilly and cold, and the breeze had a bitterness in it that seemed to hint at a premature winter for the inhabitants of Culsbury. Almost everyone in the little village was sheltered against the stiff wind, huddled against the oncoming cold-front behind shabby wooden clapboards, or thin, fraying blankets. Nothing was to be heard in the village except the howling of the wind, and the occasional clopping of horse hooves against the cobblestones.
Nora was the youngest matchmaker in her village and in all of the surrounding villages. She was also the youngest person anyone still alive could remember being appointed as a matchmaker. She had passed all of the tests on her first try, completed her internship by the time she was sixteen and been approved and authorized by the king when she was seventeen. She took her job very seriously a...
First, Vicar, let me take you to the flower bed because, when I first saw her, she was sitting in the garden out the back of a café, and she had a daisy in her hair—a daisy just like the ones in this flower bed. I had ordered a cup of camomile tea and a piece of carrot cake, and I was planning to work on my novel. I’d already been at it for two years, and now I had my eighth draft and my red pen ready to pick away at it some more. At around page ten, I placed the salt and pepper on top of my pile of pages, and I w...
Katie Sue Johnson had never gone more than a week without work. She was no longer as young as before, but was still slender, energetic, and had a warm friendliness in those big brown eyes of hers. Whenever she was on an interview for work, she was usually the first selected. So her recent company had sent notices to all the girls and managers that they were moving to Minnesota, just as soon as the finishing touches were complete on the new facility. Most of the people at the top were having the company pay ...
“Matchmaker, matchmaker, make me a match…. Peggy hummed the little tune as she wrote down the names of two people she knew from church on her yellow pad. She loved being able to put two people together that didn’t seem like they would even like each other. Peggy thought of Katy and her husband James. She managed to get those two together and it wasn’t easy. James was very stubborn when it came to be willing to be matched. It was, actually, his son Jeremy that helped to get Katy and James together. This all began at a very larg...
At 57, I have had several nerve-wracking experiences, some personal and most others professional. But, this was new, rather unknown. Arun, my only son, looked nonchalant. He was setting up the conference room we were in, on the 85th floor with a backdrop of skyscrapers. What a view! I imagined my two-story office building with files and photographs everywhere overlooking a small tea shop. My wife Uma and I visit him every year from India. This has been our annual ritual since he moved to Toronto for colle...
“Tash, how long does it take you to get dressed in there?” Chloe’s fist hammered on the door.“One second!” I yelled back. I quickly turned around and checked myself out in the mirror. *Gulp*, I hoped this one would pass Chloe’s eagle eye test…. Or else I was gonna be in hot water! Taking a deep breath, I opened the door.Chloe turned around “It’s about time- Whoa….”Brumby craned his neck around her “Whoa!” He echoed “You look good mate!”I coughed awkwardly; my hands stuffed in my pockets. I wore polished ...
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