I write a story that will be truth or tale.
Some stories will be 100% truth (or close to it) others will be 100% tale.
Most will be a little bit of both.
You can decide where the story belongs.
Every Easter the Easter Bunny would come on Saturday night and hide two baskets filled with goodies, one for a boy and one for a girl. Each basket would have chocolate bunnies and eggs, jelly beans, and eggs their Mommy boiled and decorated. They weren’t sure how those eggs got in the baskets. Maybe Mommy left a note for the Bunny or something. There would also be toothbrushes because with all the candy their teeth would rot if they didn’t brush them. The best part was the surprise that would be in the baskets. Something special just for them.
The brother and sister got up early on Easter morning and impatiently waited for Mommy and Daddy to wake up and have their coffee. Once the coffee was done with it was time to search for the baskets. It was great fun. The Easter Bunny was pretty good at finding hiding places in their house. When they found the baskets they would be so happy with all the candy and eggs but especially with the surprises chosen by the Easter Bunny.
One year when they showed their parents the baskets and the wonderful surprises Mommy and Daddy tried to tell them that the bubble bath was for the little girl and the cap gun was for the little boy. But they wouldn’t exchange the baskets. The Easter Bunny knew what he was doing and gave each of them the perfect surprise. After that year the surprises were of a more general nature, like socks.
For over thirty years, she had come to this house twice a week to clean, do the laundry, and cook for the old man and now he was gone. He was a poor old man with no family and what little money he had he left to charity and she was shocked to learn he had left the house and everything in it to her. The house and furniture were old and worn and not worth much, but she sold the house and what things she hadn’t given away Goodwill came and hauled off.
Before she went to the lawyers office for the closing of the sale of the house she and her niece went for a last look around and in the attic they saw a trunk that Goodwill hadn’t taken. It was heavy, but the two of them got it to the car so she could take it home to use as a blanket chest in her room and as a nice reminder of the old man.
Imagine her surprise when later that night after breaking the lock she opened the trunk and found hundreds of old stocks and bonds worth about three million dollars!
(This story is based on fact. I knew the niece of the woman who inherited the house and everything in it…including a beat up old trunk)
I am linking to Six Sentence Stories, the cue is TRUNK
After being away for so long I am finally here. This visit has been so difficult to plan with the shuffling of schedules and appointments, travel arrangements, and keeping it all a secret so they will be surprised.
There will be laughter and hugs, lots of hugs, and some tears;
we will talk all night and then…it will be time for me to leave once again.
I am so excited I can hardly keep from shouting, “Hello, I am home”!
Oh no, they’re not here and the door’s locked!
It lives in a pot, which Crepe Myrtles do not like to do. It has been on my balcony for about 10 years. It was 3 -4 feet tall when I got it and for a couple of years it had lots of purple flowers in the spring and summer. Then it began to die. It stopped blooming, the leaves fell off, and many of the branches broke off.
There were only 3 main branches left with some small shoots off of those. There were no leaves at all. The branches were brown and dry. I just left what was left in the pot because the branches were graceful looking and a nice backdrop for other flowers I planted around it. It was like that for a few years
To my surprise, in the spring of 2010 I noticed a few leaves. By summer it had a few flowers. Last year there were more leaves and more flowers. This year still more leaves and more flowers.
I had written it off as dead. But it wasn’t. Somewhere in that plant there was a spark of hope. All it needed was time to lie dormant for a while; to rest and ready itself for new life.
Today, I think nature is quite inspiring and has something to teach us. We just need to wait, patiently,with our eyes and hearts open.
Well, it is after ten am. I have read the paper, done the crossword puzzle, word jumble, find words within the word. Read my devotion and had some conversation with you know Who. Checked email and Facebook. Fed Teddy, that was the first thing I did, nothing else ever gets done until Teddy is fed, scratched, and in general fussed over. Now checking out all things WordPress. And still in my jammies.
My life is pretty routine. Not many surprises. And I like it that way. But I can manage changes, even the ones I don’t want or like. I may rant and whine occasionally–or as often as I feel it is needed to release toxins in my brain–but really I can roll with the punches.
Today my to-do list is in order–for all the good that will do. My day plotted and planned, sort of. Really, think about it. Who knows what today will bring? Nobody.
Today, I think that since yesterday isn’t anymore, tomorrow never is, and today is all I have, I will just take it as it happens and be happy.
Here is another book I read that you might like. It is contemporary fiction with very “now” characters. At first I didn’t like it but the end changed my mind. It is not often that the last few pages of a book determines whether I like a book.