Uncorked

by Dawn DeBraal   Alma opened the door with a little bump of her hip. Things smelled a little musty. She went through the cottage, opening the windows, grabbing the furniture polish and a rag. After vacuuming, the place started to smell better. She and her girlfriends were doing a getaway weekend from their husbands. … Continue reading Uncorked

Drying on the Vine

by Dawn DeBraal The dryer stopped its hypnotic tumbling.  Opening the door, I let the clothes spill into the basket on wheels. Being a cold November day, I relished the heat they radiated.   Pulling the basket over to the folding table, I began the process in the Laundromat of folding and sorting my clothes into … Continue reading Drying on the Vine