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Relaxing at a genuine bakery with a New York staple buttered roll, she began to, no not began but had to wonder what took her so long to realize it was there. Didn’t she believe it was real? She walked by it, read ‘bakery’ in the name each time. All other local cafés offered sweet junk, gooey iced scones – blasphemies! Of course the cappuccino had too much milk, but what Ruth could taste of the coffee wasn’t so bad. It sure wasn’t New York but she could make do for now.


“Wait. The prompt was ‘that’s democracy’ – now what…”





The Prompt is: “That’s Democracy”.





I’m a self-published author of two books, a blogger, grandma, mom, auntie and friend... I’m also a TEFL instructor, have lived in a few other countries besides the US. I love walking, cooking, reading, traveling, teaching, learning, language, movies, vampires, mummies, zombies, other assorted creatures of the night, science fiction, romance, action, adventure, classics, Latin, Soave, Chianti, D’Abruzzo, Ouzo, Sambuca, Bulleit Bourbon, Plato, the ocean and tanning.

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