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Submitted to Contest #51
As age descends upon me, I crave to return one more time to the home of my childhood. So, on my 80th birthday, my son, James, gifted me with a trip to the land of my birth. Traveling from British Columbia, Canada, to the small Caribbean Island was like traveling from one end of the world to another. I had forgotten how far it was, having left there when I was just a lad of 10 years. The journey from the small C...
Submitted to Contest #49
The Good Samaritan It happened at the Melbourne International Airport in Florida. I had just landed with my three children, ages 14, 12 and 4, from Jamaica in the Caribbean. I was frightened but did not want my kids to know. We sat where the airport guy had taken us. He had been extremely helpful, taking our luggage and showing us the best place to wait for our pick-up. We had been there for about two hours and my friend had not yet shown up to meet us. I had called his number several times and left messages but got no response. The airpo...
Submitted to Contest #14
The Bee Is Not BadAva sat on the step and looked at the world. The world was her backyard. There was so much to see. A traveling wind touched each rose in her mother’s garden and came to land on her face. Itfelt good.She had to share her good feeling with someone. “I’ll pick a flower for my mother,” she said.Ava jumped over the side of the step. She landed softly on the grass and wiggled her toes. The long blades of green grass tickled her bare feet. As she stooped to pick the flower, she saw a flash ofgold. Thinking it was a butterfly, Ava ...
Submitted to Contest #13
The old brick house with its gabled roof and stained-glass windows had been converted into a church building. The church was on a hill. A narrow path bordered by wild ferns led up to it from the main street. It looked quite odd among the few cottages scattered here and there in the tiny community of Meadow Valley. Travelers passing by often stopped to take pictures of this Gothic looking church in the middle of ‘nowhere’. Right behind the church building was a cemetery where members of the chu...
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