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Unfinished Business
Unfinished Businessby Sandra L. Meyers No place on earth is more peaceful than Crescent Beach during an Indian summer. Reminiscing about how I hadn’t been on the beach since I was a boy, I sat quietly as a warm breeze rolled in from the Atlantic Ocean, and the waves crashed against the black rocks jutting out into the secluded cove. Nearly every glorious summer of my childhood had been spent here with my grandpa. He lived in an old shanty about fifty yards beyond the shoreline. Every evening after the sunset, and when my grandfather and I had finished our supper, we played Chess...
Keepers
I never thought that I would be doing this. Throughout my childhood, Mother and I would set aside my favorite clothes, hoping theywww.onedoor.cc would one day be worn by my own daughter. The outfit I came home from the hospital in has grown faded from the bright yellow with pink flowers. My purple fifth birthday dress covered with ribbons and tulle is not quite as full after years of sitting in my keepers box. Countless shirts, dresses, and sweaters had sat collecting dust for years as James and I lost hope. Pinks, blues, yellows, and so many other colors that were sprinkled through my growing years are no...
Nostalgia Stiches for Broken Hearts
Just as my favorite Valentine’s Day mug reaches my mouth, I hear a thunderous collision of falling boxes; followed by a yelp from my sister. Ugh, I moan inwardly to myself. I haven’t even experienced this exquisite coffee yet. I slowly meander to the attic. My sister is seated on the floor with an array of spilled boxes around her. She smiles up at me attempting to appear innocent. She sheepishly admits to getting a little carried away. She gazes across her mess of memorabilia and realizes she had way too many boxes on her trek across the attic. Her excuse being she just wanted to sit down whi...
It Takes One Seed
A long time ago, our country was at a loss. The fight for equality and identity became so bad that it threatened our existence in the world. Everyone viewed us as a joke and wanted to wage war with us at our weakest point. So, a group of people who had been running the country behind the scenes stepped in and took the control they wanted. No one knew of their existence and those who speculated it were labeled conspiracy theorists and crazy. People like me, except I wasn’t alive back then. I am alive now and have seen the aftermath of what a small group can do when they are patient, cunning, a...