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Daffodils
The warmth of the spring sun shone down on the bikes as they swiftly glided over the grass. Their fearless riders sped rapidly up and down steep hills with little regard for their own safety. Their heads pointed downwards as they plunged down the hills, arriving at the bottom with a skid and moving instantly back to the top to go again. Now and then their bikes would jolt, nearly causing them to fall, but this only made the stunts more fun.The park was filled with a mixture of inhabitants, including dog walkers, children and families enjoying the beginning of the Easter holidays. Several famil...
My Funny Valentine
Dear Lord, he's going to be here in twenty minutes and I haven't even put my face on Natalie screams. Where did I put my Private Collection perfume that makes him swoon over me? CoCo, I'm coming after you if you don't stop barking. Robert is going to be here soon and you better be on your best behavior or no Scooby Doo treats for a solid week. I mean it this time. This is a very special dinner with the love of my life. I'm counting on you to put that cute face on and be adorable. I've been fantasizing about this dinner now for three years and it's finally happening. God, please don't let me cr...
Budding
It started as an accident. Little Daisy Mae ran past seven houses, all the way from the local field, her arms full of sunny daffodils. A single flower flew out of her arms and landed on the driveway of Mrs. Pickens, who, at the time, sat in her porch rocking chair, reading. Mrs. Pickens watched the giggling child run, her long auburn hair flying behind her, and smiled as the yellow daffodil settled on her driveway. She rose out of her chair, hobbled to the flower, and bent to pick it up, wincing at the popping of her hip.The next day, Daisy Mae stepped out of her front door, holding her mother...
An Hours Time
The waves I had bolstered as best I could; whilst the havoc of the tide continued to reap, impaling me, over and over. I stayed writhing, enclosed by the brine. knocking against that intemperate current, fully determined in finding the vessel. Hark! She floats, bobbing gracefully, mast windborne, as if winged. I frantically swam towards that band of logs. At last, I emerged from the sea.As I became situated I noticed the deck had been scrubbed a flaxen blonwww.onedoor.ccd. The chilled breeze seemed to saunter, sending the ravagings of winter rearwards down my stern like a squall. I stayed for a while, looki...