It rained the day I was born. Momma says the angels were crying because I left them.
Daddy laughs and says I poked a hole in the clouds on my way down. Momma and I just smile.
She winks at me and tucks a stray feather back under my sweater.
My 50 Word Story for October
Dr. Gennit was close to a breakthrough. His devotion to finding a cure for Alzheimer’s was legendary.
He’d been care giver for his mother, watching her steady decline, eventual death.
We thought he was just overworked until he left the lab today.
” I really can’t stay. Mother has dinner ready.”
Featured today on 50 word Stories
Heirloom Gardening –
She was an old woman spending summers bent over planting, weeding, harvesting.
I watched from my window as she used her cane, to search for beans and cucumbers.
Now I am the old woman, bent over, sowing seeds saved by her.
I harvest a bit of her with each picking.
Story of the week for June 1-7 at 50-Word Stories
She was a diviner. Some claimed she was a prophet; others believed she was a witch.
She could not only find water but other lost things. Not just keys or socks but hope and love.
She found me when my neighbor’s well went dry. I didn’t know I was lost.
This story just earned “Story of the Week” over at 50-Word Stories.