Love and Truth_One Foolish Regret._Jeremy's Databases_Black Walnut
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Love and Truth
A rapid noise of clicking feet outside her net-covered window attracted her attention. A domestic pigeon was caressing his purplish-grey wings with its head and simultaneously pecking at the backside of the window AC it stood on with its pink twig-feet. A few weeks ago, a pair of pigeons made their nest beside the AC on the bay below the window. The large Ashoka tree hid the September sun behind it's dense foliage, shading their family. Sella had gotten a new hobby of looking at them. Fascinated by the Mama pigeon warming up her small round eggs under her grey stomach. The chalk green spots o...
One Foolish Regret.
“And they lived happily ever after” Olivia whispered and quietly closed the fairy tale book in her lap. Slowly her eyes moved to a sleeping thirteen years old girl, and a small smile tagged in her lips, even though the ache in her chest grew stronger. Sarah Kinn was only ten years old when the doctors first discovered she had cancer. Since then, the fierce girl has never stopped fighting. But in the last two months, it seemed as if her body was finally surrounding. Now she wawww.onedoor.ccs lying on a hospital bed at the children's sector, and Olivia felt sick at the mere thought that this strong girl might...
Jeremy's Databases
Jeremy was a precocious child. His mother had always read a story to him after he finished eating his lunch, but from the age of four Jeremy insisted on reading it himself. By then, he had already outgrown the usual children’s literature and had progressed to books more suitable for adolescents. At first this confused the local librarian, who thought he was choosing novels for an older sibling. Finally, Jeremy’s mother had confided that he was an only child and that medical problems meant he could never have a brother or sister. The librarian had been suitably sympathetic and fell into the hab...
Black Walnut
There is, I am, a Black Walnut tree. in a small town in an eastern state, one whose name you don't need to know. I suspect I have been largely forgotten, but I am not quite correct in that suspicion because there is still one more who might remember. One other being who once leaned against my rough bark and clutched my fruit and leaves in her hands, breathing in.When the one who still remembers was still with me, she could still reach my branches and leaves. Now I am far too old and too tall for her to do that. Otherwise, she would still like to be doing that - reaching for me. I know that for...