Noah_The Old Man and the Marine_Mother Knows Best_Inheritance
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Noah
The rain, just moments before an April shower, pounded in earnest now and wind drove it in horizontal sheets across the windshield. Spring in southwest Ohio – tomorrow it might be eighty degrees. Relaxing her grip on the small bag of groceries, Nola settled in to wait out the storm. She watched, mesmerized, as heavy drops drummed an erratic rhythm on the garbage cans in the alley beside her gate. Movement caught her eye, breaking the spell; then ceased. A heartbeat later, a flash of pale hair appeared in the gap between the cans. She opened the car door and covered the distance to the cans in...
The Old Man and the Marine
The old man didn’t have long. Wires and monitors suction-cupped his chest and hands and feet. A tall, rectangular machine dominated the sterile room with a mechanical beep, interrupted only by the shrill scrape of metal grommets holding up the curtains.“Good evening, Mr. Commet,” said a nurse. “Someone’s hear to see you.”She stepped away and behind her loomed a Marine. His uniform was just as starched as the hospital grounds, but the vibrant navy blue was a comfort of color. The gentleman startled when he met the sad, watery eyes of the old mawww.onedoor.ccn. A speckled hand reached for his gloved white on...
Mother Knows Best
I was in labor for 14 hours before Jennifer was born. Richard and I were excited to welcome her into our world and expected her to come out perfect. I had done everything I could to ensure that she would be a happy and healthy baby. I ate all the right foods, exercised five times a week and got eight hours of sleep every night. Well, Jennifer was born right on time, weighing in at a healthy 7 pounds and twenty inches with the most beautiful face and dark brown chocolate eyes. We took her home after only two days and Richard and I were both in heaven. It wasn’t until Jennifer turned three,...
Inheritance
Ligeia has just received an inheritance from a great or maybe a great-great aunt well over 100. Her great aunt Lena Bartlett had originally been from New York’s southern tier, but she had met her husband Hank, who was from North Hollywood. They had moved to the opposite coast and her life had been lived far away from the rest of the family. Aunt Lena, of whom Ligeia had seen one or two very old photos, had been very attractive, but she was little more than a memory to the family members who had remained in the east. They were a bit like a clan, not very partial to outsiders. There were a few l...