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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 1 – Beginner)
Topic: Hard and Soft (04/23/09)

TITLE: Hard Fudge.. Soft Fudge
By gloria pierre dean
04/28/09


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Hard Fudge... Soft Fudge....

Those were my choices at “Fancy Some Fudge”.
Well my dentures went better with soft fudge, but really, I did not care, I loved fudge. So I bought three ounces of each kind and prepared to stroll slowly home, chewing fudge.

The grey tarmac glistened brightly in the sunshine as I crossed the Main Street. It was a warm June day.

Now, finally, I could walk along Victoria Parade.

I slowly headed east past a group of German students snapping happy shots of the sleeping yachts as they bobbed in the still clear waters of the bay, past the tired shoppers laden with bags waiting for the Paignton bus, and past a pair of wary seagulls pecking away at discarded potato french fries near the garbage bins.

Tor Hill Road sloped gently upwards away from town. A few cars drove past me as they made their way carefully down the steep hill that led into town.
The classy Victorian and Art Deco style hotels and restaurants where the rich and famous hung out loomed ahead, but I turned away from that scene.

I walked with purposeful steps towards that little used path with its soft undergrowth; the Torbay Trail as the town council named it. It felt so gentle underfoot, soft grass lined the path as I trod uphill, chewing fudge.

Now, looking back, I could see the blue waters of the bay. I have climbed about one hundred feet above sea level now. I am completely alone.
No passers by. No other trekies.

My heart sang blissfully. This is the perfect moment and they do not come frequently. So beautiful. So unspoilt.

I sigh deeply. I offer praise to God.
Today I remember why I live in this little southern town so far from my past life. This deep peace cannot be purchased with money and what makes it even better........fudge. ..... soft fudge.....hard fudge.

The chance to escape from my daughter’s eagle eye, to walk alone,and eat fudge, hard or soft.


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Carolyn Crook05/01/09
Fudge does make the world a better place to live, indeed!
...Sweet memories...
Glenda Lagerstedt05/06/09
Oh wow. Freedom and fudge together. Wonderful. Keep writing.