My Firstborn/Yearning #writephoto

As I watch the tide ebb and flow, I think of you.  I wonder where you and what you look like.  I wonder if you resemble me or if you’re a splitting image of your father.  He and I were both sixteen when you came along.  I wanted to keep you but I couldn’t.  My…

In the Nick of Time

“I can’t imagine what’s taking your father so long,” Yvonne said to her daughter, Rachel.  They were waiting for him to arrive at the inn where they were throwing a surprise birthday party for their son, Lance.  “It’s getting late.  Everyone’s here.  I hope he gets here before the birthday boy does.” “Maybe he got…

Thankful/Untrodden #writephoto

It was like winter wonderland.  It felt good to be home again.  It was December 1946, a little over a year since the war ended.  He didn’t think he would make it but he did. He looked around him, at the snow covered landscape.  Never again would he take this place for granted.  He touched…

Not Forgotten

Dear Jeff, Tomorrow’s Remembrance Day.  I pick up the blue thread.  I’m going to finish your sweater.  I stopped knitting it on the day you took your life. Before you hanged yourself because of what you went through in Afghanistan, I noticed the changes in you.  You weren’t the cheerful, loving and happy young man…

Mr. Farnsworth

  “What’s the matter, Father?” Eleanor asked.  They were in his study. “I’ve news of Mr. Farnsworth.” Eleanor’s heart began to race.  “What news have you of my intended?” “Your intended is a blaggart!” “Father, how could you say such a thing!” “Your Mr. Farnsworth’s betrothed to another.” “No,” she protested.  “It isn’t true.” He…

Sunrise

The heavens are declaring the glory of God, and their expanse shows the work of his hands – Psalm 19:1, International Standard Version (ISV) I was on my way to work last Friday morning when I saw the sunrise.  It took my breath away.  The giant red ball was so low in the sky that…

Mr. Smith

Kimberly Smith stared straight ahead at the winding road.  Beside her, Jonas Moore sat, stone-faced.  All it took was one incident to ruin what had otherwise been a perfectly lovely weekend. It happened as they leaving the restaurant and ran into Stan, her college friend.  After greeting Kimberly, he turned to Jonas.  “It’s nice to…