Posts made in July, 2020

Waiting in Line

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Waiting in Line

    A long line of people stretched ahead of Jess. The people in front of her seemed not to be moving, but she did not care because her mind was busy remembering her journey to get here.  Had she done enough, and was she ready? Should she get out of the line and go back?      The requirements to get inside this place, and then becoming one of them were strict.  Jess smiled as she remembered how many mistakes she had made in her life before deciding to get into this lineup, but self-help, hard work, prayers, and determination had helped her to overcome those failures.       Jess knew her most...

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The Tunnel

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The Tunnel

                                                                                            The Tunnel        It was time to begin her journey, and Elsa wondered, was she prepared? Once taking the first step on to the pathway, there would be no going back.      Elsa took a deep breath, then saw herself at the opening to the tunnel.  A path stretched out in front of her, leading ever deeper into the dark hollow, but she could see only a few feet in front of her.   As Elsa stepped on to the walkway, it began to move slowly like a conveyor belt going deeper into the tunnel as it picked up...

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Hands

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Hands

Hands  Soft, plump, smooth, and small,  little Hands.  Busy, touching, feeling, and moving,  Inquisitive Hands  Massaged, manicured, delicate, and weak,  pretty Hands  Large, strong, callused, and tough,  working Hands  Wringing, shaking, tapping, and distraught,  nervous Hands.  Wrinkled, aged, comforting, and kind,  experienced Hands       

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The Trench Coat

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The Trench Coat

Hanging on a new hook now, but what the existence I have had. My first owner was a man.  After purchasing me, for some reason, the man took me to a tailor then instructed the tailor to add a secret pocket in my lining.  At different times, strange items hid in this hidden pocket, some heavy and some lite.  I held those items securely regardless of the weather conditions or the man’s haste. Not being much of a talker, I heard very few words from this mysterious man.  If he answered the phone, I would hang on the hook in the hall and listen to him say, “Yes, no, maybe, when, where,...

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