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Patricia Jackley

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The Winds of Heaven

Patricia Jackley

Submitted to Contest #325

CW: Themes of grief and references to miscarriage The breeze danced across my skin as I sat on the beach absently watching the waves. I felt it tickle my arms, my legs. It was warm, blowing the sun through to the next cloud. It blew tiny grains of sand along the beachfront rolling towards the ocean with no where in particular to go except to the sea. Balls of seaweed, washed ashore from the high tide, lazily rolled through the waves and winds, the lull of the ocean always a tranquilizer for a weary soul. A few seashells rose above the wet sa...

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The Garden House

Patricia Jackley

Submitted to Contest #325

CW: Mental health, Suicide or self-harm I am certain I saw it.It was there, just before dark, in the garden house. But the leaves of the tree might have been in the way, so I could have imagined it. The way things have been going lately, yes, I must have imagined it. Grief certainly plays with a person’s mind, doesn’t it?I turned from the window and looked around the living room, it glowed. It was warm, twinkling lights glistened as the evening started to take over. It was quiet, the silence deafening, it was empty. I turned on music for the...

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The Garden House

Patricia Jackley

I am certain I saw it.It was there, just before dark, in the garden house. But the leaves of the tree might have been in the way, so I could have imagined it. The way things have been going lately, yes, I must have imagined it. Grief certainly plays with a person’s mind, doesn’t it?I turned from the window and looked around the living room, it glowed. It was warm, twinkling lights glistened as the evening started to take over. It was quiet, the silence deafening, it was empty. I turned on music for the favorite playlists, at least that would...

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