Tending Her Garden

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“Anonymous” Contributed by Courtney Wright

I found the old boots

Right where he said

Sitting next to the mouse                                                   

Long ago dead…

 

They were taped at the toes                                                 

Tattered and torn

The laces were gone

The soles were worn

 

He wanted to wear them

None others would do

Boots were much better

Superior to shoes

 

“Your mother gave me those

To work in the garden you see.

I need to tend to her roses

She will be home at 3.”

 

I smiled down at my dad

As he placed them on the floor

How do I begin to tell him

Mom’s been gone since ‘84.

 

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What Did I See?

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“The buildings are so tall!” Her hand automatically moves up against my palm above my head.

“What color are the lights?” I asked.

“Oh! They are all colors!! Red, blue, green and gold!” Tammy exclaimed!

“And the people?” I urged

“Oh my goodness! There are people everywhere I look!”

“Are you glad we came now?” I smiled as I took her arm and we walked up 5th Avenue.

“So glad!” Her voice vibrated with excitement. 

Tammy had been by my side since the accident but had never seen New York. It was wonderful to hear about it through HER eyes….

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Treasures of the Heart

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Charlotte brushed the leaves and limbs back from the roots and reached inside the concealed space under the tree.

Her fingers closed around the rusted box and she pulled it out of its secret place. 

The hinges of the metal lunchbox squeaked and screeched against her effort as she coaxed it open.

Inside were her treasures… a Plymouth key ring belonging to her father and a broach her mother had worn every day.

A baseball card sat under a matchbox corvette that had belonged to her little brother.  

This is all that remained from the fire 25 years ago today.

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Elevator? Or not…..

PHOTO PROMPT © Roger Bultot

PHOTO PROMPT © Roger Bultot

“Try the blue one!” Mary screamed

“I DID!” said her brother Gary

“The YELLOW one then!” she told him

“I did! They don’t work!” he yelled back at her.

When the twins ventured into the abandoned elevator, the doors had snapped shut and wouldn’t reopen.

They frantically started pushing the colored buttons on the wall. Nothing worked.

“Push the red and blue one together.” said Mary

Gary tried the buttons and the elevator began to shake. When the doors opened, they were no longer on the roof.

“Where are we?” he said.

“I think a better question is WHEN are we?”

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Waiting for the other shoe?

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“Did you see that?” Terry said in alarm as she looked around.

“See what?” I answered.

“Oh My God, she was JUST there! Where did she go?” she sounded frightened now.

“Where did WHO go? What are you talking about?” I was confused.

“The woman in the red coat… She was JUST there!”

“Terry, there wasn’t anyone there. I didn’t see a woman in a red coat. We are the only ones waiting for the train.” Now  raising MY voice.

She walked to the platform’s edge, looked down and motioned me over. “Then where did that shoe come from?”

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A Body Work of Art

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PHOTO PROMPT – © Connie Gayer …(Mrs. Russell)

Jared stumbled around and looked up at the sun again. He searched for the small rock formations he used to guide him back to where he had left his “art” to age from the weather.

The pieces of metal were all laid out beside one another where he placed them to oxidize in the desert. He put them here three weeks ago. Pieces of steel, copper, gold and silver were lying in a semi-circle around the corpse. They were all new colors now and lightly dusted with dirt.

The abstract photos of the aging body and metal would make a nice addition to his private gallery.

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Sweat and Fear

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The room smelled of sweat and fear. Cuttings of material and plastic lay on the concrete floor along with litter and rodent droppings.

The whine still hung in the air even though the big machines were quiet now.

The world had stopped when they walked into the factory. Just on the other side of the door, the men had heard the sound. It was a cacophony of clanging and whooshing. Voices reverberated over the noise as the workers yelled to each other. Yet the room stood silent and empty except for the dust floating in the rays of the sun.

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