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Summer Evening

The Return

Sarah watched from the window – her right arm in the natural resting position on the sill, while her left hand fidgeted with the flower pot.  It was a warm sunny summer evening and her two boys were at play in the back yard – it should be a happy time.  But where was her husband, Matt? – it wasn’t like him to be late coming home.  And he seemed distance lately – Sarah caught herself before going down this path and returned her focus to the boys.

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The New Path

The Path Anew

Henri walked this path thousands of times – and yet today he would walk it for the first time.  Were those rosemary bushes always there? he wondered as he neared the bend.  For the past 23 years he had strolled this path every day with Gabrielle in his arms.  They talked of the little things that happened during the day – inconsequential things really – but their time together was never about the conversation anyway, Henri began to realize.  Now, left to his solitude he found himself disoriented with his surroundings – the path seemed foreign to him.  He suddenly found it hard to imagine his life without Gabrielle.

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Cafe Terrace at Night

The Cafe Glance

Dylan quickly glanced up and down the street before returning his gaze to the untouched glass of ale.  He was sure that Monique still walked by this cafe on her way home from work – and it should be any minute now.  On such a night as this, she would surely stop when she saw him.

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The Lake's Breath

The Lake's Breath

I feel the cool Autumn breeze on my face and arms as it makes my skirt dance across my knees. It is grandma, of course, giving me a kiss “hello”. She always made these woods come alive with her stories of the wind fairies – and though mom said she was gone now, I know she is here. Her presence is particularly strong as I near the edge of the woods as it spilled into the shore of the lake. I can smell her fragrance emanating from the leaves on the trees as they sway in the breeze all around me. I hear her lyrical voice echo from the waves as they sweep against the shore and carry in the wind all around me. I see her smile reflected as the light glitters across the lakes’ surface.

Yes, grandma – I hear you – I’m fine…

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The Little Knitters

The Little Knitters

“When can I knit Ang’l?”, asked Dently. “In a while Dent”, replied Angel.  “Mom said I could help, Ang’l.”  “I know Dent – you are helping by holding the thread for me.  That’s an important role in knitting – you know.”  “Oh ok – what are we making again?”  “It will be a sweather for grandma – to help keep her warm.”  “Then, will she come outside and play with us?”  “Maybe Dent.”

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