I turned my chair around to face the wall behind me. I turned away from my desk with my laptop and the windows before me. I was just taking a break, a moment, with a cup of coffee in my hands.
It's an ordinary work table. Cleared off, neat, but with me all over it.
What do I see? Running medals, food handling certificate, index cards and writing notes. Binders filled to read of my writing, a yard of white material for a small piece I will be sewing and a Ouija board. Of course. Because there is always the maybe, suspicion, and mystery.
Insert smile here.
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