Kitt Kestra

Breaking Bread and Breaking an Impasse
By Dialecticdreamer/Sarah Williams
Part 1 of 2, complete
Word count (story only): 1204
[Monday, May 11, 2020, late afternoon]]


:: The Teagues’ preparation for a dinner guest is interrupted. Part of the Edison’s Mirror universe. ::




Aidan smiled at the driver as he hefted the large plastic tote full of onions. He balanced the folded jacket that the younger man had given Aidan on his head, then put the bin atop the jacket. “Thank you for the ride, Persia.”

“Just bring a sample of those pickled onions that you were talking about. I’ve never had them.” She waved, then rolled backward down the driveway.

Aidan walked easily to the garage door, but had to set the bin down to let himself in.
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Workday Cooperation
By Dialecticdreamer/Sarah Williams
Part 1 of 1, complete
Word count (story only): 1255
[Monday, May 11, 2020, midmorning]]


:: At the food bank, Aidan has an interesting conversation with Beverly. They find a great deal of common, fertile ground. Part of the Edison’s Mirror universe. ::




Sweat crept slowly down the hollow of Aidan’s spine as he moved yet another box full of mature yellow onions. The storage rack looked delicate, with thin wires forming the shelves, but he could stand on the rows of boxes on the top shelf and there wasn’t the slightest wobble.

There also was no way to fit another row of containers on the rack.

He shook his head. “I’m sorry, we’ll have to find another place to store the new delivery, madam. I could build slatted storage boxes of wood, but that would take time, and the delivery is either going to clutter up the only walking space in this area or it’s going to be placed in a semi-public area, which is another problem.”

Kayden stared up at him. “Get off that rack before the safety person has kittens," he hissed.

“Certainly.” Aidan crouched, rested his forearm across the bin beside his heels, and simply let his feet slide out and toward the concrete floor. He landed lightly, his knees bending until his hips and heels nearly touched, then stood and dusted his hands. “If you need an idea to encourage the patrons to take more onions, it’s easy to pickle the slices, turning them into a versatile food that requires no more preparation or cooking.”
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Another Plan, Another Opportunity
By Dialecticdreamer/Sarah Williams
Part 1 of 1, complete
Word count (story only): 1115
[Monday, May 11, 2020, about seven-thirty a.m.]]


:: Aidan and Ed have a very grim conversation. Vic wakes early, and the trio begin planning in earnest. Part of the Edison’s Mirror universe. ::




A soft, breathy squeak drew both Aidan and Ed’s attention to Vic, sleeping on the pallet in front of the yellow sofa. Ed scrambled off the green sofa and hurried to press his hands to Vic’s shoulder and forearm. Vic swallowed, licking his lips, then repeated both motions. “Did somebody force feed me tea made from dirty socks?” he grumbled weakly.

“I can make you some better tea,” Aidan answered, chuckling, “but no. That’s not a side effect of my work, either. Perhaps you should examine your recent diet?”
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