One Can Hear the Falling Snow_Best Day Ever!_Hazel and Her Treasures_What We Run From
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One Can Hear the Falling Snow
The snow sloshed my toes as I pushed my 11-year-old body up the street to another house. Tears began to well up under the surface as my anger at my father grew. ‘How could he be so heartless? I thought as I reached into my bag of folded and mostly wet newspapers. “He doesn’t care about me at all,” I said aloud. I sucked my gloved fingers to warm them, forgetting that this action may make them temporarily warmer but would result in colder appendages later.I hurriedly moved to the last house and threw my final paper. And as I was getting ready to make the journey home, the snowplow, whose snow w...
Best Day Ever!
My day is going to be great. The first day of my new promotion, the one I had worked toward for six months, and I was ready to tackle it. True, the day had not started great when the alarm on my phone did not go off. I guess I left the phone on silent somehow. But that’s ok because the outfit I spent forty-five minutes picking last night still seemed like the perfect choice so I did not have to go through my whole closet again. Just like that I was back on track!I grab a granola bar and a banana to eat later, place my mobile coffee order from the corner café, toss my purse over my shoulder an...
Hazel and Her Treasures
Hazel and Her TreasureHazel looked at the lovely mountain before her - a mountain of her own making. She pondered the organization of an extensive collection of beautifully balanced treasures. For years, Hazel Acton had brought furniture, clothing, reading material, bric-a-brac and other unique finds to her small storage space. Some had been hiding in plain sightwww.onedoor.cc at garage sales and antique stores. Not a small number of items had come from the side of the road, where another’s trash became her treasure. Many had come from estate sales. She tried to stay up to date on such sales within a ...
What We Run From
Ghosts are like owls, white faced and and in love with the moon. Silent winged and black eyed. In fact, the two are often mistaken for each other as they glide through the empty space between the desert and the stars. You might go months without seeing them, but that doesn’t mean they don’t see you. Both are known to watch from the holes in cacti and the black windows of ghost towns. They seem interested in human affairs, so they watch. Maybe it reminds them of something. On occasion, ghosts or owls will even follow a person that they deem interesting. Watching with luminous black eyes from th...