I'd Take It If I Could_Kindness Conquers_The Riddle in the Tree_I'm Glad It Was Me
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I'd Take It If I Could
Oh, Mark. What has become of you? It was obvious that we were both incredibly happy to see one another. We were both terrified at the same time, and both terrified for the same reason. We didn’t want you to get sick. I’d spend every single day here at your apartment with you if I could. Already your neighbors know me by name. I spend more time in your apartment than I do in mine. Five days a week I'm with you. We watched TV for a long time yesterday. Binge watching a series with you is a new experience. At one point you laid down with your head on my shoulder just like we used to, all those ye...
Kindness Conquers
Liz kicked her feet up onto the hickory window seat her husband built and placed under the loft window years before. She rocked back in the soft, over-stuffed maroon Lazy Boy chair and stared out at the ponderosa pine forest she called her back yard.“Why do some of us experience emotions so deep from a bottomless well while others go through life never having seen the well?”She spoke out loud to God. She had never heard him audibly before, but maybe she would today. “What causes emotions to override reason? Seriously, I am a faithful fountain flowing freely. It doesn’t matter what the cause;...
The Riddle in the Tree
“Hey, look over there! Come on, we have to try it!” Gabby snaked her arm through Jake’s and he reluctantly let her pull him into the musty tent. Strung-up purple lights and strong incense greeted them as they stopped to let their eyes adjust to the dim interior. “Greetings,” said a withered, almost imperceptible voice from the back. “Come closer and let Madame Gedau dispel the illusions that cloud the truth.”Jake didn’t move, however, holding Gabby back as she started moving forward. “Maybe we should sit this one out. I’m rather fond of my illusions.”“Oh, don’t be like that. Besides, this’ll ...
I'm Glad It Was Me
“I wish it was me.”It never occurred to me when I told Ms. Dot that my father had passed away that she would be jealous, but in some small way, it made the news I was shwww.onedoor.ccaring a little less painful. I, still being a young man, viewed death as a tragedy but to people like my father and Ms. Dot, it was a relief, a welcomed end to a life longing for completion. I guess her subtle comfort shouldn’t have been a surprise, after all, Ms. Dot had been looking over my wife, daughter, and me since we moved next door to her almost seventeen years earlier.Her given name was Dorothy, but in all the time I’d...