Tag: fiction
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Hybrids
Lucy swayed back and forth, slowly studying the faces above the mantle. Four sets of eyes peered back at her. Well, five, really, if she counted Penelope, the old siamese perched on the book shelf behind them. “That nasty cat,” she whispered, with a smile to herself. Jack squirmed in her arms, the weight of…
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Lucy
Abel opened the screen door slowly, knowing its inevitable creaking hinges would wake Abigail and send her bounding down the stairs to greet the day. Not that he wouldn’t welcome the snuggles that would follow, but he was hoping to catch at least a few moments of peace and to maybe even see Lucy on…
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Reflections on a forest walk – The women in his life
He had come back home just weeks before. This was never the plan he’d laid out for his life. But, one never does plan these things, really. Abigail had quickly taken to Jack upon their arrival. And over just the few weeks they had all been together, you could almost see Jack visibly softening toward…
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Stained Glass
Eleanor Jane was a bookworm by nature, from childhood, faced with the blessing and burden that pushed boundaries and expanded up and out, away and beyond the circumspect mold she saw around her. It wasn’t just her intelligence or empathy, her ability to observe and problem solve, that one day constructed the ladder leading her…
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Morning Chores
She had to move. Stillness would just not work today. She dropped the bucket under the pump and began the work of filling, carrying, and dumping. The rhythm of morning chores always brought things into focus, especially on days like these when time seemed to speed up and slow down without notice or cause, moments…
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The first part
Abel sat quietly on the porch, waiting for sunrise and the sound of feet, little feet, on the chilled oak floors. The mist was rising off the water, offering a surreal feeling to the moment. “Abel?” A small voice, still quiet with the remnants of sleep came from behind, “Where’s mom?” “She’s gone to town.…
Birdsong and Sunrise 