DREAMING AHEAD

 Fiorella is cleaning up her "salon" piece by piece so she can discover herself again. Maybe she'll even write another book or two or get all of her poetry published. Then there are the short stories and the drawings and paintings...... but you've heard all this before. Of course, her deepest desires are a friend she could talk walk and talk with--and a big, happy dog to cuddle with.

How strange: your girl was born toward the end of WW2, and now, those many years later, we may be facing another another World War if Trump/Putin gets elected again. Think about it. Remember that he  had several telephone sweet talks with Putin just after he (Trump)was elected.8

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Here's one of Fio's short stories you might enjoy. It's called "Endor."

     As they did every new moon, the three elderly sisters met at Starbucks, reserved a table by depositing their dear mother's cookbook on it, and walked up to the counter to place their orders. In the few seconds it took for the barista to turn to the back of the store and instruct her co-worker to ad extra whipped cream and Glinda's hot chocolate and Irene's latte, an athletically built young man pushed Nelda aside and put in his own order. 

"Gimme the biggest cup of Dark Roast that you have and make it snappy! I've got places to go and people to see!"

Irene gave him a darkling look. "Sir, perhaps you didn't realize it, but you cut in line. Our sister was next."

"Too bad." The athletic young man shrugged and checked out the room for a table.

The three women exchanged hard-eyed glances, but knew better than to make a scene in public. Picking up their drinks, they turned to walk back to their table, then saw that the athletically-built young man had claimed it for himself. Glinda bristled with anger. "Sir, you're sitting at our table! That is our dear mother's cookbook."

The athletic young man glared at her. 'Find another table, Granny, and take your crazy book with you! Damn thing tried to bite me!"

A table opened up and the three sisters sat down together, put their mother's book of recipes in the center of the table, then sipped their beverages, watching the athletic young man the whole time. When he left without cleaning up the table, Glinda swooped down like a night owl sighting its prey, slipped his cup into a plastic bag, and stowed it in her purse. 

Then, their faces grim, the three women drove over to Nelda's, consulted Mother's recipes, set the iron pot to boiling with the standard ingredients, smiled at each other, and tossed in the cup that the athletic young man had used.

Eye of newt and toe of frog work so much better with fresh DNA in the mix.