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The Farm Wizard
The last of the winter snow had finally melted. For most, that was a good thing. It meant an end to the cold days. No more children trapped inside the house to drive their parents crazy. No more worrying about a small chill causing a terrible illness, or the deeply rooted fear that the food might run out before spring. The end of winter was a joyous time for everyone.Everyone but me. Tessa frowned as she sipped her tea and stared out at the sunrise. She hated spring. Winter was good to her. It meant she could show off her skills by keeping the animals and the people of the town warm and well. ...
NEWS OF THE DAY
NEWS OF THE DAY By Les Clark “Walter! Answer the phone!” “What? Come downstairs. I can’t hear you.” “Don’t make me raise my voice. The phone upstairs doesn’t work. You were supposed to fix it.” “What? I still can’t hear you.” “I’m sorry. I’m vacuuming.” “Are you vacuuming?” “I’m coming downstairs. I’ll answer the phone in the kitchen.” “I was down the cellar. Good morning, my love. Want some breakfast?” “Not yet. Didn’t you hear the phone ringing. I’m goiwww.onedoor.ccng to see who called and I’ll call them back.” “I’ll look at the phone upstairs later. It must be a loose wall cord or something.” “I think y...
Riley's Favorite Place
I knew it snowed before I even opened my eyes. The light in my room was bright, the kind of bright that only came from the rising sun reflecting off a layer of white. I moved my hand to my bedside table and felt around delicately until my fingers brushed the frame of my glasses. I placed them on my face, then pushed myself upright slowly and reached for the curtain. When I shifted it aside, the light was almost blinding. I blinked, letting my eyes adjust, and then admired the fine dust. It was perfect snow - enough to cover the ground and trees make it beautiful, but not so much that it stuck...
Last Ride
The winter sky is above her. Clear blue with wisps of white clouds throughout. Her vision blurs as she tries to figure out her surroundings. Last thing she remembers is the drive to the park. Her sisters nagged her to go the park. To watch the snowfall. Well, snow is falling now. But her sisters are nowhere. She lifts her throbbing head from the ground. Squinting, she takes in the tall, skinny trees. Trees everywhere. Snow clings to every surface. She gets on all fours, ignoring the pain in her left thigh. Half crawling, half dragging her left leg, she makes her way. To where she does not know...