Tea Time

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An invitation to Aunt Grace’s house for tea was always interesting. She would always tell us interesting stories. I loved the one about the good luck mouse. The mouse was seated on a low wooden table, eagerly investigating the vase in front of him. The mouse’s story was that he could travel quickly, anywhere, gathering wisdom. My cousin Ethan tried to pay attention to the story, but his mind was clearly elsewhere. He didn’t get that Aunt Grace knew that each time he came to her house, he took some small, valuable object with him. He also did not know that he had been written out of her will. Aunt Grace did not suffer fools well.

(c) January 2019 Bonnie Cehovet
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Setting Goals

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All of the talking heads are focused on goal setting (as opposed to New Year’s resolutions, which are pasee). I am all for setting goals. My goal is personal independence for 2019. I have already taken the first steps: I took half of our joint bank account out, and put it in a new account that Jules doesn’t  know about. I put down a deposit on a new condo, in my name only, and will be moving in while Jules is traveling. Did he not think I would find out that he has mortgaged our home to the hilt? Goodbye Jules!

(c) January 2019 Bonnie Cehovet
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Gunshots

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I hear the gunshots – always three shots, in rapid succession. I see the hand holding the gun, I see the bullet moving in slow motion. I am  an observer here. I hear a woman screaming “No!”, then I see the bullet hit her. Blood splatters everywhere. I lose consciousness. Someone lifts me up, and takes me back to my room.  The next thing that I know, the house is filled with whispers and movement. They said that my mother vanished – that she left the house one night and never returned. I am not so sure that is what happened. And the dream refuses to go away.

(c) January 2019 Bonnie Cehovet
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Victorian Christmas Ornaments

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I love it when Christmas comes around – my family takes me out of my box, and places me gently on the tree. Thankfully they prefer to put up real trees – one year they didn’t, and that was a true disaster! I love the smell of the tree, and the chatter between the tree and all of the ornaments. We ornaments only get to do this once a year, so we really prefer to be up the entire month of December. We reflect the love and joy of our family, as we get handed down from generation to generation.

                               © December 2018 Bonnie Cehovet
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Holiday Memories

Flash Fiction

One of my favorite holiday memories is eggnog. In my family, eggnog started showing up on Thanksgiving Day. It was my grandmother’s recipe – plain for the kids, doctored up for the adults. There was a special set of holiday glasses that it was served in that made everything seem very festive. It was a lovely tradition. Growing up, I experienced the more exotic versions of eggnog. I still love my grandmother’s version best – whether doctored or plain. For me, eggnog is a lynch pin for the holidays, a memory that will always stay with me.

© December 2018 Bonnie Cehovet
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The Centerpiece

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Every year this lovely candle, surrounded by greens and small pine cones, acts as the centerpiece on the mantle over our fireplace. We bought it together, for our first Christmas. It was a token of our faith in each other. As the years have gone by, many memories have come to be centered around this lovely piece of art. The years have been chaotic at times, but we survived. This simple arrangement has seen many holiday toasts, and we have spent many evenings during the holidays sitting by the fire, eggnogs in hand, feeling a sense of peace. Here’s to many more years!

(c) November 2018 Bonnie Cehovet
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Pumpkin Pie

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No one will guess, no one will ever know. And she did deserve it, you know. She made life hell for all of us, keeping us at her beck and call. She never knew that I found out she had a new will drawn up – a will that left everything to charity, cutting my husband, his brother and sister out completely. I burned that will. She hadn’t signed it yet, so burning it was an option. No one will know how she died. I added an extra ingredient to her pumpkin pie, and it didn’t seem to agree with her. Oh, come on! I made individual little pies – I wasn’t going to endanger anyone else. The spices covered the taste, and it took hours for her to feel the effect. It appeared that she died in her sleep. I am sure that the family will be fine with that. They will be able to breathe again.

(c) November 2018 Bonnie Cehovet
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