Simmy tried on a crinoline and a vortex of dimension became a new idea... a curtsy and a dip and a twist of the ankle swept the time clock back to another place and time.
A pirouette and a bow and Simmy pantomimed a page or two of wordsmith nettle... burrs that twig the brain and sprout an idea...
What a beautiful afternoon of dreaming and stopping by a quaint little cake shoppe.
A young womans' dream of opening a small bakery, come true... started in her basement... sweet cupcakes, a window of sprinkles...
The day was a sparkle of friendship, a dot of sugary brownies, scouting for movie scene options and a warm settled feeling that life is about to get good... real good.
Change is a machine with a coin slot... you may as well put your money in it, you need that ticket.
As Deborah and Simmy walked on the cobbled sidewalks, Voila!, Mr. Cruikshank, again!
Twice, in as many days!
"Hello Mr. Cruikshank!"
"Hello! Say hi to the family! He was busy talking to a colleague and the warm greeting of 'old friends' just seemed right for this hazy October day.
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