The Right Gift #writephoto

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The Right Gift (119 Words)

No, not flowers. He liked flowers, but it didn’t seem right.

She sat, looking down at the quiet ground that was so unlike him. Davy had never been quiet. He had never stood still. Even in sleep, he was always tossing and stealing the blankets for himself. Peg’s mouth crooked in a smile. Darn it, she missed him.

But he wasn’t here.

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The Waking

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The Waking (1019 Words)

He woke through stillness and cold. That waking was precarious, and came and went, like a lazy tide. But at last, consciousness impressed itself on him. He opened his eyes to the world again.

Eddie breathed deep. The heavy motion almost made him cry out. His hand went instinctively to the bandage around his middle.

“I wouldn’t.” Wurther’s voice was low but firm. “You are still healing.”

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Amorphous

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Amorphous

Summer’s lease   is short
But if he had         compared her
To a cloud             we’d know
It was true             for clouds
Somehow             are never
The same               but always
Changing               under
Under                    the eye
And                       yet
They are                 always
Just                         the same
As                           a
Song.