Gladiolus_Horses, Tears, and Redemption_Mr. McTyre_First Skin
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Gladiolus
GladiolusChapter 1 30 December, 4:44 PM.Finally. Sarah stared at the card in her hand. She thought of a thing or two about how she felt at that moment. Excitement, nervousness or was it fear? She couldn’t tell. Nor did she want to. After looking at the card one more time, she started preparing for that special day. A whole year had again passed away in the blink of an eye. Yet here she was, uncertain for the third time in 3 years. But she would do it this time, wouldn’t she? At least the determination shining in her eyes said so. She was standing outside of the flower shop. Bravery, was the ...
Horses, Tears, and Redemption
It had been twenty-four years since she had last seen it, but the place looked exactly the same. At least this is what Lisa thought as she was driven through the large arched gateway that announced your entrance to The Manner House. She stared out at the skeletal trees that lined the driveway as the cab drove her up to the front of the large plantation style house. Stepping out of the cab she looked up at the imposing house with it’s two stories of vast hauntinglywww.onedoor.cc empty verandas that wrapped around the building. Lisa was immediately overwhelmed by a cacophony of emotions as she stood there sta...
Mr. McTyre
REEDSY #217 Prompt #1We'd known each other for more than fifty years. That's a long time – some days. Other days it's a mere blink of an eye. In all that time there's one thing we've always done together...watch the sunrise. That's how I met Mr. McTyre. On my way home from work every morning, I would stop at the bluff to watch the sun rise. One morning someone else was sitting on the rock wall I claimed as mine at 6am daily. He didn't take up the entire wall and I ignored him. Day after day, he was sitting on my wall watching the sunrise. After a few weeks, he finally spoke to me. Was I on my ...
First Skin
I’ve found the words. The most difficult part is done. I place the letter on the mantelpiece between my late husband’s pocket watch and the rings that sealed our wedding vows over two decades ago. Bjorn was a good man. I miss him.One more time, I allow myself to stand on the threshold and peek into Sari’s bedroom. I watch my daughter sleep like I’ve done for the past twenty-one years.The familiar sense of contentment that settles in my gut is laced with queasy longing. Homesickness is no stranger to my heart. Soon, that homesickness will shift direction, from one home to another. In all these...