A Hummingbird's Hollow_A Grandmother's Gift_The Last Time_The Silver Swan
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A Hummingbird's Hollow
Today was biggest day of my life. I should have been excited, but I wasn't.. I was dreading what was to come. But today I learned a lesson: Never let anyone live your life for you. Let me tell you what happened:My grandfather, Old Squirrel Johnny, told me that dancing was the cure for sadness--but dancing was in his blood. He was the lead dancer of the Flying Squirrels, twisting and hopping and standing on his front legs. He didn't care abouwww.onedoor.cct anything else except for his dancing--and me, of course.Although now I'm not so sure about that. Grandpa loved me, there was no question about it. But he...
A Grandmother's Gift
“…your great uncle would’ve wanted you to have it. Please, when you get this message head to our house out in the country. We were going to give this to you when you graduated from high school, but I reckon now is as good a time as any. Grandma loves you baby. Take care of yourself.”That was the last time Blake heard a friendly voice in six long months. That voicemail played over and over in his head like a sweet song on a continuous loop. The one thing that plagued him was that he wasn't even aware he had a great uncle. He heard stories from family gatherings of a crazy relative, but he never...
The Last Time
Kathy took a drag on from her cigarette. It had been a long day. She pressed down as hard as she could stand on the new hole in her liver as a steady stream of blood came oozing between her fingers. She couldn’t feel them anymore but she could see her feet splayed out in front of her crossing the hall floor. Her back was to the wall in more than one way. Things had been awful all day. First she hadn’t gotten breakfast at Chubby’s, then there had been traffic on the I-35, and to top it all off, Anton hadn’t called her back. Then of course she had started smoking again which was just great. She...
The Silver Swan
THE SILVER SWANTimmy was handicapped. He hated the term, but knew it applied to him. He had a wheelchair, and needed it. He was being schooled by a tutor, Jenson. He allowed Timmy to call him that, although everyone else had to call him Mr. Jarlson. To Timmy, he seemed cold and standoffish, and never open with the boy. The seasons were changing, and Timmy hated it. He hated the cold of winter, and the heat of summer. He was angry for his handicap, and hated people feeling sorry for him. He wanted to be normal, just like all the other kids. Of course, there was no such thing as normal, but Timm...