The pen slides smoothly over the thin strip of paper, as the blonde slides into habitual behavior. The small binder is pushed to the end of the table, card returned to her wallet and her folders placed back into her briefcase, as she slides her body across the cool material of the booth. …
The Dinner Party – By Kris
“Stop! You are getting it all over!” “I am not!” “Hasn’t anyone ever taught you how to use a spooo… oh no!” “Belle… are the potatoes suppose to explode like that?” “They are not exploding Brady!” “It’s practically a volcano!” “Don’t help him Sami!” The voices continue to …
The Troubles of Whipped Cream – By Kris
“Marlena-” Marlena turns to see her husband at the door to the ICU. She nods to him and puts up a finger to indicate that she’ll be right there. Turning back to her daughter, “Everything will be alright Belle. This little one is hanging in there.” Marlena hugs her tight before wiping away her …
The Jarlena Journal 