Author: Nancy Lou Henderson | Nancy Lou Henderson

Soft Whispers: Jill & Jake

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Jill reached for her cell phone when the alarm began to play softly. While turning the alarm off, she sat in bed, wishing she could finish her dream but knowing it would repeat. For some reason, the dream had come to her every night for a week stopping at the same place. Then she would hear her alarm. While Jill showered, she thought about her dream. She was in the library, standing in an aisle, looking at a book with a picture of a young couple on the cover. Hearing steps approaching her, she looked up to see a young man walking up to her. As their eyes met, Jill always felt her...

Soft Whispers

Posted by Nancy Lou Henderson in short story | 2 comments

When the alarm began to play softly, Jill reached for her cell phone. While turning the alarm off, she sat up in the bed wishing she could finish her dream, but knowing it would repeat again. For some reason the dream had come to her every night for a week but stopped at the same place, then she would hear her alarm. While Jill showered, she thought about her dream. She was in the library standing in an aisle looking at a book with a picture of a young couple on the cover. Hearing steps coming towards her, she looked up to see a young man walking up to her. As their eyes met, Jill...

The Windchime Lady

Posted by Nancy Lou Henderson in Poetry | 0 comments

Windchimes of all sizes and shapes hang around her porch waiting for a gentle breeze. Chimes made of chrome, brass, bamboo, wood, and glass swing sweetly while chiming with ease. Walking by, I see a woman sitting in a rocking chair listening to the magical music play. Known only to me as The Windchime Lady, I see her while walking to school each day. For now, I have only paused, listened, and smiled, so many times. Some day, I will stop, ask her name, and all about her beautiful windchimes. Hits:...

The Spider Web

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Working diligently and tirelessly, the spider wove an intricate web. Back and forth with careful precision, each strand crossed or bridged another. The beauty of the web would not be totally visible to humans as they passed, but then it snowed. Magically, as each tiny strand of the web became covered with snow details of the the intricate pattern was revealed. Between two strands of barbed wire, the snow covered web looked to be crocheted by the spider. Hits: 44