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We Are One

Posted by Nancy Lou Henderson in Poetry | 0 comments

We Are One We are one With my lungs, you breathe With my ears, you hear, With my arms, you embrace, With my eyes, you see, With my legs, you walk, With my mouth, you smile, With my heart, you love, With my lips, you kiss, With my tears, you cry, We are one You now through me. By Lou 2019 Views:...

Daddy’s Potato Soup

Posted by Nancy Lou Henderson in short story | 15 comments

Daddy’s Potato Soup Being a child of a large family in 1950, we experienced many childhood viruses. Of course, there are now vaccines for diseases we had, such as mumps, measles, chickenpox, whooping cough, polio, flu, etc. All of these childhood illnesses did not have vaccines back in the 1950s. We were all vaccinated for smallpox, which made an ugly sore on our arms, then once vaccinated, a clear, plastic cap covered the site with white tape holding it in place. The cover was to keep us from scratching the vaccination, possibly spreading it. Also, we took a DTP shot in the 1950s,...

Waking You Up

Posted by Nancy Lou Henderson in short story | 2 comments

There was an aroma of coffee perking, as the alarm buzzed loudly. Elsa knew it was time to get out of bed, but she laid there thinking, with her eyes closed, before turning the alarm off. She loved the bookstore downstairs, but as the owner, she knew it had monopolized her life, keeping her robotic seven days a week. The bookstore was only open to the public Monday thru Saturday, but on Sundays, Elsa did book work and restocked the bookshelves. Knowing it was Sunday, Elsa felt even more alone than usual as she got out of bed. Since it was Sunday, Jed knew the bookstore was closed, and...

The Park Bench

Posted by Nancy Lou Henderson in short story | 0 comments

What a drab day, Elsa thought to herself as she stood at her office window. Elsa prayed the rain would stop and the skies would clear by lunchtime. The park was her refuge while eating her lunch. Elsa had a favorite bench where she sat, ate her lunch, and watched people walking by while she contemplated her past and hopes for the future. When the train stopped at the right place, Sam got off. He had made this trip so many times in the past that he could probably do it in his sleep. As Sam made it through the rain to his office, he wondered if later in the day the rain would stop and...

Mr. Kitty Kat

Posted by Nancy Lou Henderson in Blog | 4 comments

Nothing was extraordinary about that day. It was just another hot, dry summer day in late May. Deep in my thoughts, I walked out of the front door of my home. The detached garage had been converted into a game room many years back. I have typed all of my blogs and books in this room. As I approached the front door to the game room, a cat came running from the left side of the building. The stray feline was loudly crying as it ran closer towards me. A little frightened at the cat’s behavior, but concerned; I stood without moving. To me, the cries of the stray cat sounded more...