An olde friend, in age and years known,
appears lonely and disinterested in
selecting a turkey dressed to become a
thankful meal's center of interest.
I stand beside her for a moment before asking
if I could help. She hugs me declaring
Thanksgiving, a drag; a plot to begin Holiday
buying early. She tells me that her meal
will be taken to a helping place for the homeless,
and she would go to a nice restaurant. Not on your
life, says I, pushing my cell phone button for
the one in charge, I ask if we can squeeze in
one more; an olde and hungry friend who
hugs me in nodding acceptance.
Well done, of course our Thanksgiving in Canada is held a lot earlier than yours so it is almost an end of summer holiday not being so close to Christmas has it's blessings.
A short story of mine was included in an anthology of short fiction by fourteen of Port Town Publishing Company's authors. It is out of print and no longer available except as a download. Contact me at charlenetess@yahoo.com if you want it.
What began as Songs of the Angelic Gaze in the summer of 2006 continued the following year as The Bridge of Silver Wings, and developed even further two years after that into The Bridge of Silver Wings 2009. Whether readers describe it as a conversa
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God bless you. Kathy
Love,
Susan
Lovely piece, my friend..
M
Be safe,
Karen
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