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Category Archives: loneliness
WALLFLOWER OR EAGLE
Me? A wall flower, they say; an eagle I say. I sit here on the mezzanine and watch the beautiful people milling around aimlessly -glass in hand, smile on face, every hair and pleat in place. Listen in: “Oh, darling, … Continue reading
Posted in Bible Promise, flash fiction, loneliness
Tagged ambition, bondage, dreams, flash fiction, goals, Isaiah 40:31, loneliness, reaching, scripture promise, wallflower
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BENDING TO THE TIMES
Mostly I go unnoticed, unseen. Waiting quietly, blended in the scene. There’s a lot of me left – though bended with age. People look as scanning a page. “Gorgeous roses,” I hear in the Spring “See the glistening water drops,” … Continue reading
WHAT WILL THE WHISTLE SAY TODAY?
Feeling chilly Fran put the teapot on and went back to her warm bed. Six years ago Jim bought the whistling teapot. They lay in bed many mornings fitting words to the rhythm of its whistle. Silly things, kiddie things. … Continue reading
Posted in aging, death, loneliness, long marriage, Uncategorized
Tagged aging, death, long marriage, lonliness, love, memories, nostalgia
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WHY?
I’ve been rummaging and remembering family treasures and times together. I don’t remember “moody” peers. Suicides were almost a never happen event. For the first thirty years, I only knew one person who committed suicide. No illegal drugs/but there was … Continue reading
Posted in alienation, family, generations, loneliness, Uncategorized
Tagged alienation, cell phones, children, depression, family, generations, lonliness, suicide, technology
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WHAT MIGHT HAVE BEEN/HOW FLORA SEES FLOSSIE
Have you read HOW FLOSSIE SEES FLORA? reference https://onetahayes.com/2018/10/27/how-flossie-sees-flora/ ****************** Wish my grandma was still alive. Miss her fabulous stories and delightful fun. Instead, there’s an old flibbertigibbet, Flossie, who lives next door. Our first encounter was a fruitless flub when I … Continue reading
