“We must accept finite disappointment, but never lose infinite hope.” Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr.
Previously: Paisley, rosemary, and time The best time to search for seashells is after a big storm, after torrential winds and surging waves churn up debris from the ocean floor. Whole shells and a myriad of fragments littered the beach, scattered over the sand like so much discarded chaff. Paisley and Jane walked along the … Continue reading Broken seashells
Earlier this week, I was on a morning walk with my dogs. Near the end of my street, I happened upon an older man and two small girls. Grandpa was sitting in a lawn chair in his driveway and the girls were busy transferring short wooden slats from a green plastic wagon to a pile at the … Continue reading 100 Word Challenge: Job
The room was quiet save for the rhythmic ticking of a metronome. A tawny calico dozed across the closed fall board of the piano, its tail in a synchronized dance with the pendulum. Glimmering dust motes played in the sunlight streaming through the oriel windows. Cora carried a crystal vase from the kitchen where she arrange … Continue reading Dry and faded