The Widow’s Guest Room_Mae Flowers_Sunrise with Eggs Benedict_What a Tree Did For Me
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The Widow’s Guest Room
The elderly lady stood in the doorway of the empty guest room, leaning heavily against the doorframe, sighing softly. It had been a month since her last guests. The last guests weren’t the neatest of people, but they were friendly and helpful, if not a bit forgetful at times. She moved into the room and began to slowly straighten it up for her next guests...whoever and whenever that would be. Though she should’ve cleaned up the room when the guests left, she just needed a break, a long break. The guest room wasn’t always a guest room. It had once belonged to her only son years ago. She had lef...
Mae Flowers
Mondays were routinely the most dreaded day of the week for Mae. Besides the usual "start of the week" hatred that most people have for the day, Mae hated it for one very particular reason. Each Monday a raging storm forms right above her house as if on a strict schedule. Rolling grey clouds move in quickly, grumbling in anticipation. They hover over her home as if they are teasing her to play, waiting for her to make one wrong move. These days are usually spent curled up next to her window, watching the rain fall down and cupping her shaking cup of coffee. Mae has never been one to embrace th...
Sunrise with Eggs Benedict
Here I am. Ready. My breakfast is perfect as is my own brew of iced tea. The light grows to illuminate the greenery on www.onedoor.ccthe backside of the hills. And then…it’s there. The sunrise over St. Thomas is glorious. An overused word, when describing sunrises, I’m sure. But nonetheless applicable. Glorious. Glorious. Glorious. I mean, like, glory, glory, sock-it-to-ya, beautiful. Especially here and now.After excruciating hours of being seasick on my first ship to the point of upchucking blood, the Navy had me on “the patch” for every underway period after. I remember coming into port and throwing the ...
What a Tree Did For Me
It was Earth Day 1989、 McDonald’s was handing out sapling pine trees to the children who were brought in to the store. My little brother wanted one. The saplings were pathetic little sticks that you put in the ground. Like my brothers turtle and several other life lessons, my parents most likely thought the tree would die. But they helped him choose an empty spot in a corner of the backyard and he planted it. And in time took a picture in front of it. The yard was so empty back then. Dad planted a maple sapling he found too. And he made a little vegetable garden. The garden was so small com...