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One More Chance

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...

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...

When Kitty Visits

Posted by Nancy Lou Henderson in Poetry | 0 comments

When Kitty Visits You come to visit for just a little while, and with each visit you make me smile. I do not know your name, but it does not matter. Your warmth and love make the Angels gather. As I rub your soft fur, you roll and purr at my feet. I am comforted by your affection which is beyond sweet. Soon you will prance across the grass to your home. I am truly blessed by your visit when you roam. Views: 114

Hands

Posted by Nancy Lou Henderson in Poetry | 0 comments

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 Views: 114

Waiting in Line

Posted by Nancy Lou Henderson in short story | 4 comments

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...