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| MY SHORT STORIES |
| THE CHRISTMAS VISITOR Oh Poor Hon, all frozen in the car, brow running with fever, homeless, lost, shivering from the cold. The Rescuer comes and clears ice off the window, looks inside and spys Poor Hon, all curled up in a ball of sickness. The Rescuer takes Poor Hon on her sled, ties him on there tight and pulls the sled over to her home in the hills. The Horse Lady peeks out from behind the window drapes, looking at the Rescuer and the ball of rags on a sled approaching her rental home. As they come closer the Horse Lady rubs her hands together in glee. She sees that Poor Hon , is indeed a male, "Oh, bagged another one", she says, watching the Rescuer install Poor Hon up into the attic. The Horse Lady clomped up the stairs carrying a bowl of broth to Poor Hon. Lowering her eyes, mumbling softly, she acted shy and concerned, while secretly gazing at his skeletal body. "I will have him before Christmas", she vowed to herself in a whisper. Poor Hon recovered by Christmas Eve and went downstairs for drinks and music, unaware of the fate about to befall him. The Horse Lady poured him a snifter of cognac, secretly placing an enchanted oyster in the bottom of his glass. He drank to his future...... Taking Poor Hon by the hand, she led him outside to see her horses. "Nothing like stepping in fresh horse manure to turn a man on", the Horse Lady said to herself. Poor Hon was taken along to pasture, the invisible bridle being placed upon him, spell being cast, he began to daze........ Standing in front of Poor Hon, the Horse Lady began to move to some mystical music known only to her, way back the ages, her ancestors Dance Of The Horses, she swayed......the wind howled, the horses neighed, the Horse Ladys bone chilling laughter sent shivers across an ocean. The Wedding Of The Artic began........ Poor Hon was never to be seen again, for on short tethers, reined in, he was harnessed to the Horse Lady evermore. A star fell from the Western Sky.....tears..... |
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| CHILDREN OF THE I's AND O's Ahhhh the Coat Baby and Lil Mel, they sure were snappy dressers!!!! Coat Baby was known for such snazzy outfits, always posing with one leg extended, toes pointed. Lil Mel in a party dress, all a frilled. The kids began their courtship at age 4/5. Coat Baby came a calling with a bouquet of posies in one hand and his pet moth in the other. Lightning bugs on clothes, turtle hunts, frog pet buckets with screens on top, and of course, their moth fascination. Peanut butter and jelly hands, sardine sandies on white bread with butter and fish tails sticking out. Watermellon smiles and sky blue popsicle hands and mouths and arms. They ran laughing, tumbling thru woods, mud, marshes, swamps and fields; playing games of fun and war.Crabbing, fishing; little sunnies, fresh snapper, yellow perches, the pan fish champions, all of their world. Distances, ages, always walking barefoot, hand in hand, along the bay. Bonded in love, from the tops, bottoms and sides of their little childs happy hearts. FOREVER...~~~~. |
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