Short Story Archive for Contemplative:

First January 2015

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I can offer many platitudes, pros cons and other sops, yet world and events are what they are, and even when I see and hear all the awful news- current and old and even when my eyes and heart get grief laden and I formulate a lot of scathing chides but they all simply fizzle out when I stand before God- only words that come to mind are: You know best what you are up to and
quietly back away, serene and light of heart –
sue me now,
but that’s how it plays out
each and every time
~

words, words and words

romancing words, they still have the power to undo in such a way that except for ‘feeling tad chagrined, having to eat them from time to time, still being stubborn I feel if I had to do it over, I’d still roundly declare whatever I feel, felt at that given moment honestly instead of hoarding stuff in my heart –
life’s like that and words can and do
move and shake

~

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Vacant Eyes-One sentence story

Vacant Eyes

She sat at the table pecking at the food before her not wanting to waste yet unable to swallow as her eyes became moist today being their sixtieth wedding anniversary and the very day her beloved friend guru and partner had departed on his final journey leaving her at the mercy of their two greedy sons who quickly commandeered all the money and properties and left her alone in the nursing home which her beloved had thoughtfully paid for in advance, planning for the unforeseen as was his wont and her pet peeve and she was happy that he had ignored her and gone ahead and she smiled amidst sobs as her eyes welled up once more.

 

 Words 117

 

note: remembered Lady Astor- She suffered badly from a ferocious quarrel over her money, featuring her son and grandson. All of New York, for several months, agonized over the thought that this woman should suffer humiliation. Then she was wafted off to one of her estates and was looked after for the last year of her life, and, one hopes, will not be forgotten.- source internet

The Panhandler-one sentence story over 100 words

The Panhandler 

The panhandler seated at his usual perch every few minutes jiggled his paper cup to shake the few coins to attract attention of passersby who scurried past him as if he was a statue in their line of vision, best ignored except for that one old lady who without fail psyched herself to walk down that cobbled sidewalk as a daily ritual to coax her aging limbs to move as she was afraid that if she did not they too would desert her like her children and she never failed to drop a coin in his cup to receive his grateful blessing. 

 Word count: 102

 

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Let Me In

Slight lift of eyebrow
Glimmer of thought
Semblance of smile

Dainty flick of wrist
Quick mental whisk
Salty dew drops

Shared tender love
Tendrils of affection
Kisses, make up

Aching heart heavy
Mourns memory loss
Time robbed us both honey!

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