The Right Gift #writephoto

Photo, Romance

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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.

Coming

Fantasy, Romance

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Coming (133 Words)

She was going to do it. She had never been more terrified in her whole life.

Her old self-doubts came crowding around her. You can’t do this, you’re weak. You get tired running half a mile. Your stomach is like a rollercoaster, up and down. Think how sick you were this morning.

It’s true. She had been sick. But if she didn’t do this, no one else would.

Dragon Town

Fantasy, Spiritual

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Dragon Town (348 Words)

For more than fifty years, every morning at eight o’ clock, Erin O’Lay had taken the dinghy around to see the dragon’s head. For much more time than that the dragon had floated on the great deep of a blue ocean. The sun had not set for some time, and while the sun was shining the dragon was content to sleep in her warmth. But when the sun set, the dragon woke, and the dragon had been not a little offended to find a whole town on its back. That was when Erin O’Lay first went out with the dinghy.

One Last Loop

Fantasy, Humor

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One Last Loop (185 Words)

 

Jane stood on the sidewalk outside her apartment. The morning air was humid, warming. It felt strange to be standing there. But after everything that had happened she had no choice but to go.

It had been quite the adventure and the revelation of a dragon living in the sewers had shaken her. She needed to move somewhere less crowded—somewhere she could at least pretend was stable.

Mr. and Mrs. Poe

Art, Romance

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Mr. and Mrs. Poe (369 Words)

“I think if you are rare,” said Mrs. Poe, “you must be a criminal.”

Mr. Poe was not mollified. The truth of the matter is, compliments from loved ones are too often like pennies in the hand of a beggar. We take them for granted and dismiss them as too poor for our needs. It is a selective partiality.

Mrs. Poe got up from her chair. Pale and fragile, when she sought his face she was determined and strong.

When You’re Older

Photo, Spiritual

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When You’re Older (309 Words)

He had never eaten so earnestly, so desperately. Warm butter slid between his fingers and over his knuckles, and the juices oozed hot from the slab of meat, bathing the fresh baked loaf in rich steaming flavor. Sensation had left him save that of the delicious goodness in his mouth and the empty craving of his stomach. He sank his teeth into the feast before him and raising his eyes saw a young child, a yard or two distant, watching him. It was the baker’s boy.

Elyse

Art, Romance

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Elyse (502 Words)

“Dear heart, why do you hide yourself?”

He cradled her gloved hand in both his own, his sharp face earnest. The wrappings beside him stirred in sudden discomfort, and the hand he held strained momentarily to free itself.

“I don’t know,” said Elyse.

“Sweet one, tell me. Or better still, let me see and understand.”

His insistence coupled with his choice of words alerted her to the possibility that he was not quite so ignorant after all. The bundle jerked emphatically from him.