March 12, 2012

The Ring (I)

Glittering rays of sunlight hit the chandelier above the table just perfectly so that a geometric patter of triangles and diamonds arranged themselves over the polished dark cherry wood of the dinning room table just before breakfast. Grace always stumbled down the stairs at seven in her robe to brew her coffee and stare out the window to come up with another agenda for the day. Without her husband she could choose each activity without the consultation of another opinion, the possibilities were as the limits of her imagination.
She would then hear a whistle from the kitchen and produce a breakfast of eggs, or bagels, or pancakes, or waffles, or whatever classic American breakfast she had the ingredients for. Then after plating her food, she would take pen and paper, and bring it all to the table so she could write our a list for the day. Grace stared into her cup of coffee as she brainstormed. She had already worked in various coffee chains to breathe in the earthy aroma for 7 hours a day. She had already handmade mugs, starting with clay and molding figures on the potter's wheel for hours to perfect the shape of an elegant mug. She had already gone to cooking school for four months to learn all she could about American cuisine as well as French. The painting on the wall was from when she experimented with different paint types and covered canvas after canvas with figures and scenes. All the rooms in her house had been painted; she spent a week and half on that, browsing Home Depot for colors and finishes to perfectly correlated with the "mood" of each room.
Out the window was a disgraceful piece of lawn, sprinkled with dandelion weeds, and bordered with untamed bushes. The only redeeming element was a vibrant lime tree that always provided fruit in the early months of summer and bloomed beautifully in the spring. That would be her next project: to clean up the lawn, plant a garden for fresh vegetables and fruits, then put in a few flowers. She could even purchase some plants to dry and crush for new scents in her perfume line she sold to a friend in Kansas.

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