Andera 2

After the water started boiling, and the steam was rushing out through the kettle’s spout causing it to scream, Andrea lifted the lime green device from the stove and poured water into her mismatched mugs. The tea slowly started diffusing throughout the water, giving off its pomegranate scent. She carefully walked them over to the kitchen table and placed each one at a separate place setting, then put sugar in the middle of the table.

Her apartment was small, but not in accessorized.  She had vases full of flowers, mostly white, luxurious furniture with colorful throws on the back of the couch and love seats, a couple of green and blue pieces of leather furniture, Art Nouveau, or new art in French, tapestries on the walls, and an entertainment center that no longer housed a television.  She thought of them as perfect wastes of time.

She unwrapped some muffins that she had bought from the local coffee shop a couple of nights earlier.  They were still moist to the touch.

The doorbell rang and in walked Freedom, with his leather jacket, spiked hair, and emo glasses.

“Hello dear,” he smiled, and kissed her on her cheek.

She loved his creativeness, his intelligence, and his hidden sense of stability.  He always thought through his decisions, was not a heavy drinker, and even attended church on a regular basis. Church was something she experienced as a child, but she was experiencing it in a new way through him.  She relished the sense of security he brought to her life.  She knew she could count on him.

He pulled from his leather satchel a small, shiny gift wrapped in blue paper and adorned with a silver bow.

“For you,” he said, as he gestured to her kitchen table, motioning for her to sit.

Andera gave out a girlish squeal, sat down, and started unwrapping her tiny blue box.

There was a gift card on top, 50 bucks at the local art store that would help pay for another canvas and some more paint, and underneath a box. Her heart skipped a beat as she lifted its lid.  She secretly let out a sigh of relief as she saw that it was not an engagement ring.  She was not ready for that.

Instead, a cloisonné  ring full of greens and blues with hints of white flowers was nestled inside.  Then again, she thought, maybe this was an engagement ring.


New Story: Andera

She cowered down underneath the cover of her arms and the darkness.  The stars twinkled light years away.  She lifted her face to the moon.  She laid back on the grass, thankful it hadn’t rained in a while.  Her dog Juno nuzzled her arm and settled in next to her.  Andera placed her hand about her head and sighed. What things could be out there, in the infinity that expanded in all directions all around her.  Shes is a tiny dot on a tiny dot that is suspended in a slightly larger dot called a galaxy out there in space.

She was too old for this, she knew.  31.  She still hadn’t landed a husband yet, and she felt a victim to every penetrating question.  She just couldn’t fall into a routine of one night stands and getting pregnant.  Her mom went to Church and always encouraged her to wait, so she assumed that had made its lasting impression on her. 

Her family just moved to Colorado, leaving her to fend for herself in Havertown, PA.  She hated the winters ever since she was a child, but could always find something to do in the city.  She made her living working in a moderately sized boutique called Breathing Happy.  It housed various hand crafted items, hats, cardigans, jewelry, art, and shoes.  Amanda, the owner and manager of the store, was very close to her, and, after Andera got her business degree, she was pretty much running the show whenever Amanda was gone. 

Andera was smart, beautiful, creative, and fun, but, not terribly happy. There were only a few things she could count on to make her smile, and that was her cute, mop of a dog named Juno, her current beau Freedom, dancing, and painting.  Her paintings were usually happy ones of pastels, purples, and yellows.  They captured sunshine and fields of wild flowers. 

Freedom was also like a little ray of sunshine in her life, too, but more so on the interior than the exterior.  He said his parents were hippies that traveled the U.S. during the 60s and 70s.  They attended several different human rights and anti-war rallies and enjoyed doing some unmentionable things on the Pacific beach of California.  Freedom said he envied his parents freedom, because after his parents became stable and decided to finish school and open up a law firm, Freedom’s name was the last piece of his parent’s legacy that even hinted at, well, being free.  Freedom grew up underneath his parent’s heavy expectations.  He did surprisingly well though, and didn’t hold much of a grudge against them. He graduated with all honors and went onto an ivy league school, the University of Penn. That’s where they had first met. He was currently enrolled in the Annenberg School for Communications to pursue his degree in Journalism. He was almost done..

 She got up from underneath the moon, let her self in, and started working on a pot of tea for them both.  He was finishing up a paper for class, and then was going to stop by to visit.

A Step Closer

I already have one blog started deemed “Delicate Steps…take a journey with me.”  It’s primarially a Christian Blog.  I am going to be utilizing “A Step Closer” to share more intimate thoughts and feelings with my audience.  I will try to include as many interesting topics, stories, or creative writing blogs as I can to keep my readers interested.

I love you all!!

God Bless!!

Lana Smith ❤