pomegranates' StoriesFirst of all I would like to make one thing perfectly clear....I never explain anything. - M. Poppins
2007-09-06T21:46:07Zhttp://ficlets.com/feeds/author/pomegranatesharold patch<p>“here i am”, he thought. unable to speak, unable to move. “but she couldn’t have…” he started to think of earlier; how he kept nagging at her, complaining about her. why couldn’t he just appreciate her? or, why couldn’t he see that eventually, she could blow up, or worse… “i guess i can’t blame her” he thought, looking around. he noticed he was with the harvest crops. the pumpkin patch to be exact. “so what am i doing here? she’ll come back for me, we’ll sort this out” but somehow he knew that she had put up with him for too long, that maybe this time it wouldn’t end well. he tried again to move but to no avail. he saw her coming out of the house, walking towards him. “this is it”. she bent low and grabbed him. “why is she holding me? why am i so light?” she brought him into the house and passing a mirror he saw what he was. he began to tremble in fear as he noticed she had walked into the kitchen, the oven on with a cookbook on the table. he looked and saw it opened to the page for “pumpkin pie”...</p>http://ficlets.com/stories/70122007-08-09T17:18:36Z2007-09-06T21:46:07Zpomegranateshttp://ficlets.com/authors/pomegranatesgeneva begins<p>geneva woke up to a gray, spring morning. she slipped on her white, diaphanous gown and pulled on her poppy colored tights. while the tea kettle was warming her water for her morning vanilla tea, she brushed her white blond hair to perfection. afterwards, into the kitchen she went and poured the steaming water into her cup and plopped the tea bag in. <br />as she sat at the kitchen table, waiting for her tea to steep, she thought about various things. she thought about going outside to fly a kite or using her kaleidoscope as a magnifying glass to view small bugs in a new, different sort of way. maybe she would began to dig a secret ditch where she would crawl in and knit or take naps. or put on her favorite silver shoes and tap dance on the roof with the neighborhood birds as her own, private audience. <br />she was having all sorts of random ideas in her mind and all the while her tea was becoming cold. she quickly remembered it, begun to drink it, wiped her mouth gently with a napkin and now was off. but where to?</p>http://ficlets.com/stories/29552007-05-15T19:27:56Z2007-05-17T02:13:56Zpomegranateshttp://ficlets.com/authors/pomegranates