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Resolution

“This can’t possibly be the right address.” I muttered under my breath, checking my mobile map.

I stopped in front of the immense, iron gate which barricaded any road travelers from the elegant Pacific Heights mansion perched atop a manicured lawn. I was rarely summoned to neighborhoods of this stature. Plus, amid the illumination of the holiday lights still adorning the stately property I couldn’t miss the black, Lincoln town car parked near the entrance of the circular driveway. Who needed a taxi when there was clearly a sufficient limo at hand?

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Take Your Star

“Hey, watch it, kid!”

The object had grazed my shoulder as it whisked through the air, inches from my ear.

“You almost hit me in the head with that thing!” I scowled at the little boy.

“I’m really sorry, Ma’am.” He picked up the small, Balsa wood glider and plunked down on the bench beside me.

“I wasn’t aiming at you or anything—my airplane just took off; sorry. My name’s Jacob, what’s yours?”

“Kate.” I tightened my long coat around me and adjusted my scarf. Continue reading

Child Wisdom

“Timmy, no! Put your hand down.”

I caught him out of the corner of my eye. He was waving to the man, of all things.

“Why, Mommy?”

“Because I don’t want him to come over here.”

I inched my car forward, continuing to wait for the light to change, as Timmy continued to stare out the window from the front seat. Continue reading

As The Leaves Turn

 

“If you have the time, Mackinac Island is a must-see.”

He stood at the edge of the bench on the boardwalk, his hands in the pockets of his white, Bermuda shorts. Turning around from her spot, she paused, not quite sure how to react to the man standing behind her.

“Excuse me?”

“I just thought I’d give you some sightseeing advice.”

She chuckled, realizing he’d caught sight of her brochure. Continue reading

Autumn Splendor

“Today we are gathered together to honor the joyous life of Victor Sutton.”

Sitting politely on the front row with my parents, I intently listened to Pastor Browning recount numerous facets of my grandfather’s full life. PawPaw was strong, active, and joyful to a fault, regardless of his circumstances. Admired by many for his bold confidence, he was never reluctant to go after what he wanted. Anyone who knew him was also familiar with PawPaw’s repetitive mantra, “Never wait or hesitate, or sadly, it might be too late!”

I wish I were more like him. Continue reading

Shine

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Let’s face it–life can be tough. Along with love, joy, peace, and comfort also comes discord, sadness, tragedy . . . loss. In the midst of it all, the best thing we can do is stay true to ourselves and use our God-given passions to shine a bit of light in this sometimes dark and tricky world. Check out this short story, “Shine”, and be encouraged as a young woman named Nikki faces her challenges and makes a very important decision.

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Irresolute Valor

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Whew! Just completed another writing contest. The results aren’t in yet, but all the stories have been published! This time around, we had to choose from a sampling of specific writing prompts. I chose this one: “A washed up medal of honor recipient walks into a bar…”. To find out what happens next, click on the link below and check out the story!

Irresolute Valor

 

Photo credit: Defence Images Arnhem Veteran Holding a Wartime Picture of Himself at Commemorations via photopin (license)

 

 

The Stranger Beside Me

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The best thing that happened to him was the worst thing that happened to me, initially.

I was in my back yard, hose in hand. Same routine, same time, every morning. That probably added to my demise, along with the fact my house was at the end of an isolated road nestled among a nature preserve.

I sprayed the flower beds brimming with purple Petunias, slowly moving toward the intoxicating, sweet aroma of my Gardenia bush—thick and refreshing at the same time.  I finally finished with splashes of water on the surrounding foliage. Twisting the nozzle shut, my breath caught in my throat. A shiver coursed down my spine, sensing a presence. Starting to turn, I glimpsed a shadow.

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