Her stand was right beside the chocolates, and everybody seemed to be in a state of hypnosis from the scent of the delicious cocoa and caramel and truffle. While the line for Lake Champlain Chocolates looked to be a mile long in the exaggerative eyes of a kid, I didn’t see anybody walking away holding… Continue reading At the Arts Fest (continued)
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At the Arts Fest (continued)
The first time I went to an arts festival was with my mother. She’d had a busy week at the hospital. She was one of the women who wore pink scrubs and sat behind the front desk, and she longed for some fresh air. She may not have been the one wielding the scalpel, but… Continue reading At the Arts Fest (continued)
At the Arts Fest
I immediately regretted my shoe choice as I stepped out of my snow-colored Nissan. The sky was smooth, without a single cloud to roughen the clear expanse. But yesterday’s rain had left mud in the grass, and I was wearing high heels. As I walked to the back of the car and opened the trunk,… Continue reading At the Arts Fest
Sincerely, a bookworm. 