Tag: Fiction | Nancy Lou Henderson

Soft Whispers: Jill & Jake

Posted by Nancy Lou Henderson in short story | 7 comments

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...

The Ballerina

Posted by Nancy Lou Henderson in Poetry | 0 comments

With delicate movements, she waltzes across the floor, lost in another new world with a closed door. Once upon a time, she knew many, many other things, But now she slowly dances as her arms gracefully swing. When you say hello, her smile touches your heart, Then a peacefulness surrounds you and you wish her never to part. I’ve been told that at one time she was brilliant with numbers, but now those digits are forgotten by her and put into slumbers. She is a ballerina lost in a world of her own, where she will remain until reaching God’s home. ...

Jill & The Mountain

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Jill turned onto the dirt road that led to the house. Looking out of the car’s windshield, she could see the house up ahead and the towering Mountain that stood behind it. Stopping the vehicle for a moment, Jill slowly inhaled as she took in the breathtaking sight in front of her. Jill was home and would soon climb her Mountain. Continuing to drive the car down the road, once Jill reached the house, she parked the car, unloaded her things, then entered the home. Nothing had changed, and the place looked the same as the last time she had been there. It was as if time seemed to have stood...

Southern Sweet Mint Tea

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As Elsa filled the small pan with water at the sink, she looked out the kitchen window, and her mind wandered back to her childhood. (How many times had she done this same routine early in the morning of a hot summer day?) When she had filled the pan with just the right amount of water, she placed it on the burner on the stove. While waiting for the water to come to a boil, Elsa opened the cabinet, grabbed the box of teabags. She placed the right amount of teabags into her Grandmothers’ well-used teapot. After the water began to boil, she turned off the burner and poured the hot water over...

One More Journey

Posted by Nancy Lou Henderson in short story | 2 comments

Did that fire happen, or am I dreaming? Now I need to check myself out. My back feels solid and straight, both of my arms feel attached, my seat not burned, all four legs are still there, but I only feel one foot. I feel blistered and scorched on one side, but most importantly, I need my other foot. Without two feet, I am useless. Maybe, I am at the end of my journey, but what a good rocking time I have had. My journey started in a barn, which is where my creator built me. You know what? My creator hand-carved the wooden spooled slats that make up my back and legs, and then he carefully...