REFLECTIONS_A New Beginning_Welcome to the Neighborhood_Bazaine's Defeat
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REFLECTIONS
Reflections I knew I was going to die. Of course, it’s just a matter of time for all of us but I knew it was happening to me, sooner rather than later. Consequently, I had been preparing my grandchildren for the inevitability as my visits to see them became fewer. ‘This might be the last time I see you all,’ as I hugged them goodbye while trying to hold back my tears. There was sadness and confusion as they all said goodbye, except for the eldest, whose parting words were ‘See you Nan,’ as she walked away without so much as a glance. She was a handful and never accepted instructions without an...
A New Beginning
The flames danced to the rhythm of the popping and crackling of the wood. Embers flew up and over the stone ring of the fire pit. An owl hooted in a nearby tree between the choruses of a wolf song in the distance. A sorrowful song that matched the chill in the air. It got colder in the mountains at this time of night than it did in the valley below. The strength of the fire and his cloak failed to keep the icy air from reaching his bones. The shivering had become a constant friend and far better company than the black-cloaked stranger sitting across from Perkin. If the man had parted with his ...
Welcome to the Neighborhood
The cabin on Molkom Street had been vacant before I moved into the neighborhood. That was over fifteen years ago now -- a lifetime, it seems, as my days before are quite hazy. I thought it had been condemned; for years, shingles peeled off the sagging roof and the white siding appreciably faded, but it had potential, I guess. It had a rather large yard -- for a home in these parts, at least. Years ago, Murph’s lead broke after lunging at a grouse, and they scampered under the evergreens and spruces leading behind the cabin. By the time I made it around back, he was at the far end of twww.onedoor.cche prope...
Bazaine's Defeat
The bees where humming and buzzing all around the garden as they gathered up the sweet serum and distributed the pollen. They've been doing it for millennia and were truly experts at their craft. Highly efficient, dedicated, and focused. Much like grandfather had been his entire life and something that had been drilled into him from an early age, as it had been for all the boys at the time. Diligence was everyone's middle name. He had truly been a busy bee most of his life. Now he was quite the opposite as he lounged on a chair in the garden sipping a lemonade that was sweating profusely on th...