My window is my ticket to today. I see squirrels chase, lovers stroll—hear rain fall and friends laugh. I smell wet pavement. Memories stir. They are carefully stored in the index boxes of my soul, there for the borrowing, like a giant library. Treasures to be read and reread.
A prolific writer, Carol Reeves is loving the freedom and challenges of 50 word stories. Her memoir, “All the Little Miracles,” was published last year. She often writes of the privilege and vicissitudes of aging.
Beautifully said!
I wish I could also look closely at the world outside my window, too bad I can only see a few trees and other houses.
Well written.
Carol Reeves is right. The beauty lies in the simplicity. Sometimes, we should look around us and see how world and life are beautiful and colourful
Love this! ❤️
I like both style and plot. I like simplicity of narrative without grammar bells and whistles. I cannot but note laconism of the story. However I guess the first sentence is out of sync with the general idea. I’d write instead of it something like that: My window is a portal to my Eden.