Monet's Bridge_He Would Be Late for Dinner_Deep Breaths_Mama's Special Blessings
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Monet's Bridge
Monet’s BridgeDawn stood there, stopped in her track, transfixed and in awe at the sight. She cried for the love and joy to actually see, live and in person that particular bridge. She stood as if stone on the walkway that was opposite of the bridge, to stare at the one constant thing that she had painted almost a hundred times. Dawn’s emotion deepened andwww.onedoor.cc she began to sob in the rainy mist with her huge overcoat and Bogey hat that adorned her head. She found herself in a bubble of warmth and pride as time stopped for her and her alone.Her Mom became embarrassed at the spectacle her daughter ...
He Would Be Late for Dinner
Eagle's Nest, old and anemic, leaned above a rich and perse canopy like a rotten tooth. Plastic KEEP OUT signs crinkled in the shallow summer air. Dan parked his pale blue Mazda beneath the structure's shadow and stared up into the dark windows of the third level deck. He remembered the summer night he and Crystal Novack watched the sun dip low behind the distant escarpments. Her short hair was licked up on one side and crisp from a day swimming in Big Lake and he twirled a thumb around it, like he was preparing to pull the winning part of a wishbone. Together they laid across the rough planks...
Deep Breaths
Deep breaths. Deep breaths. In, out, 1, 2, 3, 4、 Smell the roses, blow out the candle. Focus on the sound and feel of the breath as it enters and exits the body. It’s just the grocery store. Everyone goes to the grocery store. It’s not a big deal. Just go inside, get what you need, and get out. Deep breaths. 1,2,3,4、 Focus. Focus.Sitting in the car in the parking lot for 27 minutes gripping the steering wheel is not going to fulfill the shopping list. Entertaining the gut-wrenching terror of being around that many other people will not bake the cake for tomorrow’s work party. Taking deep b...
Mama's Special Blessings
The immensity of the sea rolled against her eardrums, resonating somewhere in her soul. The sky pulled her up, up, back into the air her lungs craved, but she pulled herself farther below the surface.Wren opened her eyes. The brine stung at first, but it was always worth it. Streaks of light pierced the greenish-brown water, always flickering and moving; but the focal point in her view, as it had been for the last four-and-a-half years, was her daughter. Eleanor had her eyes clenched tightly. Her little legs were wrapped around her mother’s knee to keep herself under. Wren adored the sight of ...