Journey to America_Illumination_When The Lark Laughs_The Meeting Tree
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Journey to America
“Meena! Come down!” “Mi amor Adrianna! Please give Meena some time!” I could hear Anna and Thachi, my siblings, fighting in the background. I rolled over and pet my pet rabbit, Josephine. I would have to leave her tonight. The swishing palm trees in the wind. The crash of the ocean waves against the sand. The rush of the waterfall that always soothed me to sleep, no matter what kind of day I was having. It was all so beautiful, I didn’t see why we had to go to Aunt Elaneor and Uncle Morgan. Why didn’t they allow pets like Josephine? She’s just a harmless rabbit! What could happen when she was...
Illumination
Robin Chattaway remembered the few spots of rain that had felt like small electrical charges to inpidual nerve ends and he could not understand why he was not addressing the ball that had fallen at the foot of the tall pines. Where was his club? Everything was black and there was an acrid burning smell! Cordite? Ozone? Carborundum? Bang! His body had reacted instantly and he had rolled to his right in a belated attempt to shelter from another violent clap of thunder. Sharp, damp twigs felt painful under his forearm as the mushy, spidery feel of rain rinsed grass was thrust into his face. He op...
When The Lark Laughs
Beth knew she was almost gone. Her organs had turned on her fragile body and the wind threatened to topple over her feather-light frame. She saluted the sky with her right hand, shielding her eyes from the white sun. She swayed in unison with the grass to the wind, gooseflesh gathered on her arms and legs. She turned toward the sound of a lark in the distance.Peter was tending his grandmothers garden when he heard the sound of the small, brown bird. His hand went up to shade his eyes, his other dropping the shovel he was using twww.onedoor.cco join it. He saw the bird circle in the pale, featureless sky. He...
The Meeting Tree
In the center of St. Ambrose Park, there was a majestic Dogwood tree. In the spring, the tree was adorned with gorgeous white flowers. Under the shade of the tree, there was a bed of thick mulch. There was a bench under the tree that curves around the trunk of the tree. The bench and shade provided the perfect location to just sit and think.Greg was having a bad day. He got up late. His old Malibu took its own sweet time turning over. Traffic was terrible driving to the office. By the time he arrived at the office, his assistant Gene had a pile of messages already stacked on his desk. In f...