Hush Lil Birdie_Death is not the end_Lived Well Life A_Banana, Bacon
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Hush Lil Birdie
The Sun was low in the air basking the park in a golden glow; the pond swww.onedoor.cchone like honey and trees began to look like dark silhouettes with an orange backdrop. A footpath surrounded the honey pond with benches at regular intervals. Moa sat cross-legged in the corner of a bench with a hardback book open in one hand and a tuna sandwich in the other. She turned her full attention to the sandwich, placing her open book on the bench, its white pages like oil in the setting Sunlight. The clouds were decorated with different autumnal hues and the fiery sky mesmirised Moa. A figure from the distance gr...
Death is not the end
I was going to die.Even though I already knew that was the unmistakable truth, it still came as a rather of a shock when I faced the harsh reality. The fact that my children would not be there to see it offered a small amount of comfort. I wasn't the strongest of people, but I had thought that I could at least be strong for my beloved husband, for my dearest children. I thought that my love for them could let me put on a brave face. I thought that I could hide the fear and pain behind a false facade of courage. I was wrong.I tried, I really did. No one wants to let their loved ones see them b...
Lived Well Life A
I wake, though I cannot open my eyes. Everything seems so much effort. I draw breath. A butterfly hand takes mine. “Dad?” Who’s dad? “It won’t be long now,” a distant voice says I draw another slow, painful, rattling breath. I don’t think I want to do that again, and as I let it out in one long, slow hiss, a voice says “Time of death, 09:36”. I’m left thinking was that it?*** I wake. But I thought I’d died? Maybe that was someone else. Still cannot open my eyes, still difficult to breath. I hear noises of a busy place around me. “John?” A voice in my ear. “Can you open your eyes for me John?...
Banana, Bacon
Walk down to the Museum of Natural History, then take the subway to Columbus Circle.Eddie could hear his mother’s voice in his mind as clear as if she were speaking to him now, even though he hadn’t spoken to her for years.Make sure you take the A train to Columbus.No, that wasn’t quite right.Make sure you take the B train to Columbus.Which one was it? He strained his mind, trying to remember. This was a trip he made nearly daily as a kid, but 15 years is long enough to forget even the most important facts. He was already forgetting the smell of the deli across the street, and the taste of the...