Lavender Fields_Ear, There And Everywhere_My Little Wildflower_A Pleasant Detour
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Lavender Fields
Leonard Goldstein looked at people on the crowded train: Some writers, some bankers, some musicians (he could tell from their loud chatter about gigs they yearned to arrive at sooner than later). The woman sitting next to him was deeply immersed in her book and he could barely move, crammed between her and a rotund gentleman who was reading The New Yorker.Had to love public transportation in New York City. He didn’t want to budget for a car and wait in traffic for hours, so this was, indeed, his fate. ***Leonard stared at the clock in his cubicle in New York City: The lights blaring were givi...
Ear, There And Everywhere
“Read the story, Daddy!” Poppy screamed from her room.Daddy Horse rolled his eyes wishing he could close the chat like on Zoom,“Which story is that my love?” said Daddy Horse under duress from his wife,Who was standing on one of his hooves and pointing towards his face with a knifewww.onedoor.cc,It was late on New Year’s Eve so Poppy wanted to celebrate in her own way before bed,With the book she’d heard her Mum and Dad read cover to cover echoing a million times in her head,“The one about the ears, silly!” Poppy enthusiastically responded sounding like she’d eaten all sugars in the house,Daddy Horse rolled...
My Little Wildflower
The gravedigger felt bad for the little girl with the wild red curls. She wore a ragged brown dress, embroidered all over with vines and flowers, and clutched a quilt tightly around her shoulders as she looked down into her father’s grave. The gravedigger himself was shivering, but giving her the quilt that he kept in the shed with his shovels seemed the least he could do. He had four children with a fifth on the way, and could scarcely afford to put shoes on all of their little feet. If he took in all of the orphaned children whose parents he buried, he would have not a crumb to feed a...
A Pleasant Detour
The oak rocking chair creaked with age as I settled into it, the padded surfaces cushioning my old body. One day I’m gonna need help getting out of this, I chuckled to myself as I could almost feel my own bones squeak and grind in rhythm with the rocking. Whenever the grandkids visit, I almost forget about my age, feeding off their seemingly infinite youthful energy as they bounce around the house, chased after by my dear son and his wife.“Come on now, Francis,” my son, Jayce, called to the chubby eight-year-old, “And Anastasia! Quit hanging Edith upside down! I know she loves it but it’s time...