The Goodbye

Elizabeth had read the letter at least four times, but the words remained the same.  John, the man she had grown to love, was leaving.  He wrote in fancy words that she wasn’t the problem. It was all him.   He needed to see the world and have more experiences.  Things that apparently did not include her.  

Elizabeth thought John was the one.  He was handsome, intelligent and rich.  Even her uptight family was impressed with him.  She had no idea what changed.  

With tears in her eyes, Elizaeth looked around the garden.  Suddenly the words her grandmother once spoke came to mind.  

“The future gathers in vine, bush, and tree: Persimmon, walnut, loquat, fig, and grape.”

As the sun began to set, Elizabeth brushed away her tears and exited the garden.  Just like John, she had places to go and things to experience too.

- Decided to try something different today with dVerse Prosery: Yvor's Time and the Garden

the mole

Mary was forty-two when she noticed a large mole near her belly button.   She was certain it wasn’t there before.   Mary told herself it was probably nothing to worry about.  She had several moles in other places.   Yet her anxious brain took her thoughts to dark places.  Besides, she was on the other side of forty.  She was not too young to die.

She made an appointment with a dermatologist.  The doctor told Mary the medical term for the skin condition, but it went over her head.  In short, likely not cancerous.  To be safe, the doctor stated she could remove it.  Mary had always been safe.   

 

Mary laid back as the doctor prepared for the procedure.  She had it sliced away leaving a scar.  Perhaps she should have applied more lotion to the area, but at least her mind was quiet for now.

  

- Decided to write something different this week.  Written for dVerse Prosery: slices and scars. 

They sleep with the moon

 The day had been long and exhausting.  Mary was now tucking in her children into bed.
 
“Are we going to war now?” the son asked.
 
Mary leaned over and kissed her son on the forehead.  “Everything is going to be okay.  You have not need worry.”
 
“That’s not what Kenny said,” her daughter replied.
 
She turned to her daughter.  “I don’t want neither one of you worrying about this.  All you need to do tonight is closed your eyes and go to sleep,” Mary said, brushing her daughter’s hair to the side.
 
“Yes mommy,” the children replied.
 
Mary turned off the nightlamp as she exited the room.  An hour or so later, she peaked into the bedroom once more.  She saw both of the children sleeping.  
 
“In their dreams they sleep with the moon” she thought to herself. 
 
Mary smiled and closed the door.

- I thought I would try something a bit different today.  A response to dVerse Prosery Monday: Moonbeams and Moon Dreams.