(In Memory of Kay, 1923-2015)
The plan was to shut all the windows after the first drop, but the clouds passed over us and no rain fell. The wind driving the storm left a crinkling silence in its wake. The air stilled, the curtains stopped moving, and it was like the house had stopped breathing.
A working man, words to say
Strong like an Oak on a hot summer day
Protection to his family
A veteran, standing proud of flag that says we’re free
A husband, a father, a brother, and a son
A man of God, soft spoken, yet a leader to everyone
Shelia Burket wrote this story.
“Happy twenty-first birthday, Stephanie.”
Linda raised the beer can to the sky and took a sip.
“Sorry we have to share, but Mary would only give me one.”
She bent next to her best friend’s tombstone and poured the rest of it out, leaving the cemetery with a heavy heart.
Melissa J. Crispin was born and raised in Connecticut, where she still resides today. She is currently working on a novel, as well as shorter works when the mood strikes.
A gentle breeze of pure virtue blowing tenaciously.
An epitome of unconditional and humane love.
A devotee to service of the weakest and meekest.
Unconditional worker without expectations.
An Angel in human form.
A Saint who has totally surrendered to God’s will.
That is our Beloved Mother Teresa.
Vaidya Shankar is an Engineer by profession with an interest in writing.