It has been nearly a year since I wrote this story. I have not read it since back then. I think I love the way it makes me feel….childlike, safe, and loved. This is what I needed tonight. I am scared in ways my mother could describe. I am in need of someone to abide with me….someone like a Grandmama, or friend. Just say Jesus. Then I remember I have two out of three. Two out of three ain’t bad. The Law of Attraction will see to it. Tis eventide.
“Questions in the Snow” by Heidi Robertson January 20, 2017
During a February thaw a child and an old one walked along. Sometimes in silence, sometimes in song. In questions and answers. The child asked questions. The wise one supplied stories. Both questions and answers flowed freely like the brook. Sometimes their footsteps spoke a silent understanding. Sometimes they bounced retorts. The child’s questions generated wrinkly smiles and remembrances. The old ones stories did not always satisfy. They conversed with ease and familiarity. The short and long of their shadows held hands and skipped across the ground like the stick in the small one’s hand.
The toe headed child wore a bright red parka, a tousled hat and mittens bobbing on a string around his neck. Yarn balls dangled from a winter cap and boxed at his chin. All of these winter things played tag beneath his five-year- old frosty rapid breath…
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