Murder Simply Brewed by Vannetta Chapman

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My Writer of the Day is Vannetta Chapman. Along with writing Amish fiction, she has published over a hundred articles in Christian magazines on a wide array of topics. Her latest book, MURDER SIMPLY BREWED, is set in Middlebury, Ohio–an area well-known for the Amish community living there.

Murder Simply Brewed is not your usual Amish story–lots of suspense mixed in! This story will hold your interest until the very last page. Vanetta Chapman has a way with words that satisfies like a good cup of coffee!

 

Here’s the Back Cover Blurb for MURDER SIMPLY BREWED:

When the coffee shop manager is murdered in Middlebury’s Amish Artisan Village, two women from different walks of life must join together to solve the mystery.

Spring has arrived in Middlebury, Indiana, and Amber Wright is optimistic about the growing profit from her collection of Amish shops–until she receives a call that Ethan Gray is dead. Hurrying over to A Simple Blend, she finds a solitary hole in the front window and the store manager lying next to the espresso machine, dead from an apparent heart attack. All the money is still in his register.
When Amber hires a young Amish woman, Hannah Troyer, to take over the shop’s duties, the two women become fast friends—as well as amateur sleuths. The police believe Gray’s death is a by-product of vandalism, but Amber and Hannah aren’t convinced.
Clues that don’t add up, a neighbor who is pulled into the midst of the investigation, a town with secrets to hide, and a blossoming romance—all will combine to push Amber and Hannah into unfamiliar roles in order to reveal answers to the mysteries around them.

 

If you haven’t read any of Vannetta’s books, I hope you’ll try one!

 

UNTIL NEXT TIME…GOD BLESS & GOOD READING!

 

CrossReads Book Blast With Lillian Duncan

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BETRAYED

By Lillian Duncan

About the Book

Witness Protection Program claims they can keep anyone safe if only they follow the rules so Maria follows the rules–every rule. She’s given up everything–her friends, her family, her past, even her name to ensure her daughter has a future.

Reborn as Veronica Minor in the sleepy little town of Sunberry, Ohio, she struggles to rebuild their life amid the beauty of her flower shop. A life where her daughter can have a happy normal childhood. A life where her daughter will never know that her father was a monster.

When a child disappears, Veronica prays it has nothing to do with her past, but what if she’s wrong? Not knowing who to trust, she trusts no one…and that’s her first mistake

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Stories of faith mingled… with murder & mayhem.

Lillian is a multi-published writer who writes the type of books she loves to read—suspense with a touch of romance. Whether as an educator, a writer, or a speech pathologist, she believes in the power of words to transform lives, especially God’s Word.

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FLASH FICTION FRIDAY

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It’s here again–FLASH FICTION FRIDAY!  I hope you enjoy this one.

FORBIDDEN

Lillian Duncan

A knock on the door awakened him. Danger. It had to be the enemy. Who else would come in the middle of the night? The knock came again.

Still groggy from sleep, he opened it. Ah… not the enemy, but a beautiful woman. “Dee, you shouldn’t be here. It’s not right.”

Her beautiful black tresses shimmered in the light as she shook her head. “I don’t care. I had to come. I needed to see you.”

So beautiful and so forbidden.

Knowing he shouldn’t, Sam opened the door a bit wider. An intoxicating smell of lilac enveloped him as her warm body squeezed past. Her hand caressed his cheek.

He closed his eyes. Focus on what she wants, not her. “Why?”

Her smile held a secret. “Why what?”

“Why did you need to see me?”

She moved closer to him. More lilac. “That can wait.” Her arms slid around his neck. Her hands wove themselves through his long, thick curls.

Later as he slept, Dee slid out her knife. Perhaps, she should kill him. It would be more merciful. Softly she said, “This is why I needed to see you.” She lifted up one of his beautiful locks of hair. The knife slashed downwards.

Life Lesson: An enemy can come in many forms, most of them beautiful and alluring.

What did you think? Thumbs up or down? BTW, I invite any of you to submit a flash fiction story to me for publication. Don’t know what to write about? Take a lesson from today’s story–take an old story and make it new!

UNTIL NEXT TIME…GOD BLESS & GOOD READING!

Life Lesson: An enemy can come in many forms, most of them beautiful and alluring.

FREEDOM

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I’ve shared some short stories and flash fiction of others lately. So, I went back and found this one I wrote. I think writing flash fiction is fun, but I never seem to find the time to do it. But if you have a thought of becoming a writer, this is a great exercise. Remember flash fiction still needs a beginning, a middle and an end.

Hope you like it!

FREEDOM by Lillian Duncan

He stood strong, tall, and proud, his sun-browned muscles at attention while he shot arrows at his captors with his eyes. The wind whipped through his long black hair, revealing a majestic profile.

The shackles on his feet prevented escape.

The angry mob surrounded him. One man screamed, “Kill the savage.” The others took up the chant.

Their gazes met. His, dark, angry, and proud. Hers, soft and blue, held a promise. Acknowledging him with a nod, she picked up the ruffled hem of her dress and stepped forward.

The angry chant dwindled to silence.

“Brothers, sisters. This is not right, not the Christian way.” Her voice as hard and strong as the mountains rising behind her.

“But, he’s a savage.”

She held up a hand to silence. “The judge will decide that. A fair trial. It’s the American way.”

“We knowed he done it.” A voice snarled from the back. “Kill the savage.”

The chanting commenced.

Wind blew through her blonde tresses. Storm clouds darkened overhead.

“We moved here because we were tired of being prosecuted for being different. I will not be a party to such…” Her eyes flashed a challenge. “To such savagery.” She bent down and picked up a rock. “Will you be the one to throw the first stone?”

Women gathered their children, nudged their husbands, and crept toward home. Husbands soon followed. Evening chores awaited.

Her father stepped from the crowd, anger in his eyes. He scowled at her. The star on his chest glimmered in the last rays of the afternoon sun. “Go home.”

She held her head up high as she turned and walked away.

In the quiet darkness, she moved with the stealth of a lioness. The soft sounds of sleep greeted her as she glided past the sleeping sheriff.

Holding up a finger to her mouth, she silenced the prisoner. His dark brown eyes revealed surprise as she slid the key in. Freedom so close now. The cell door squeaked open.

Her father shifted and mumbled in his sleep. Each second seemed a lifetime until his gentle breathing resumed. When the time was right, she stretched out her arm. An invitation, the prisoner gladly accepted as he grasped her soft feminine hand.

They crept through the darkened prison and out into fresh night air. The brightness of the moon above them. She pointed to the horse, his means of escape to freedom.

He didn’t move.

Their eyes met. She stepped away and motioned for him to go. Still he waited. Taking a deep breath, the keys jingled as she laid them on the ground. And then turned back with a smile where he waited.

Her blonde tresses glistened in the moonlight.

His own muscled brown arms offered an invitation to freedom and a promise of love. With both arms, she accepted. With surprising strength and gentleness, he lifted her to him.

He spurred the horse on to freedom—their freedom.

UNTIL NEXT TIME…GOD BLESS & GOOD READING!

Snow Angel by Pat Jeanne Davis

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I know I haven’t been contributing much to my own blog lately, but I’ve been busy between final edits for two books, taxes, and health issues…well enough said! And besides I’ve had all these great guest writers that I’ve been enjoying. I hope you have as well.

This week’s story is  by Pat Jeanne Davis. She  writes from her home in Philadelphia  PA. Her short stories have appeared in Harpstring Magazine, Splickety Magazine, Christian Fiction Online Magazine, The Wordsmith Journal, Horizon Magazine and Take-A-Break in the U.K. She is a member of American Christian Fiction Writers and Christian Writers Guild. She has representation by Leslie H. Stobbe Literary Agency. Visit her at www.patjeannedavis.com 

 

Snow Angel

by

Pat Jeanne Davis

 

“Maybe your secret admirer will shovel you out of our driveway again tomorrow.”

Trudi laughed at her mother’s words. “An admirer! Me? That’s as likely as a snow angel coming to my aid.”

Trudi crossed the living room to the window and pulled back the heavy drapes. She swiped the sleeve of her terry robe down the misty pane and gazed out. “Ray’s out of town for another day, but he’s already extended the deadline for my proposal. Snow or no snow, tomorrow is the deadline.”

She watched large flakes drift down against the street light. Ray was not only a wonderful boss but one of those rare single men with whom she had much in common. She smiled. Even the same birthday. If only he could see her as someone more than a co-worker. Trudi dropped into a chair at the kitchen table.

Her mother leaned across and touched her arm, as though reading her thoughts. “You know what they say, dear, about good things coming to those who wait.” She patted her daughterʼs hand in beat with her usual advice– “Don’t give up hope.”

“Thanks, Mom.” She wanted to believe in that promise. But how much longer before Ray noticed her? Trudi stood and gave her a hug. “Need to turn in now if I’m going to get up an hour earlier.”

Next morning Trudi rolled over, opened one eye and hit the alarm button. Six o’clock! She pulled the covers over her head, then remembered why she’d set the alarm so early. Hoisting herself out of bed, she walked to the window and prepared herself mentally for the job outside. She opened the blind and saw a man with his back toward her shoveling the last of the snow cover from the driveway. She must find out about him.

When Trudi arrived at the indoor garage at work, the place was empty except for another vehicle. As she pulled up alongside the car, she spotted a snow shovel in the back seat, its broad blade glistening wet.

The driver—wearing a black pea jacket, white scarf and black earmuffs—got out as she approached and walked over. “Looks like we’re the first to arrive.”

            Haven’t seen him before.

The stranger extended his hand. “Name’s Ben. Yesterday was my first on the job.”

“Trudi. Personnel,” she said, releasing her hand from his. “Some snow!”

“Yeah, sure is. Any trouble getting out of your driveway?”

“No. Thanks to a kind stranger who shoveled me out.”

Ben blew on his hands and rubbed them together. “Freezing isn’t it? Look, I’m off to grab some coffee. Can I buy you one?”

“No thanks . . . Ben. Gotta get upstairs.” She had a full day ahead of her.

He smiled. “Maybe another time soon.”

Ben held the door open and they entered the lobby. Before she could ask him what floor he worked on, he’d ducked into the coffee shop.

Trudi entered the elevator and punched the button for the top floor. She dropped her proposal on the secretary’s desk. Fingers crossed, she hoped Ray would be proud of her efforts.

Her heart flip-flopped when she saw Ray at his desk the next day.

“Have a minute?” He gestured to a chair. “Our boss e-mailed me last night to say he’s impressed with your work,” he said, grinning. “You put a lot into it, Trudi, and it’s paid off.”

Her knees went weak just as she was about to sit. “That’s a relief,” she said, managing some self-restraint.

He drew his chair closer to hers. “You’ve scored with management, you know.”

But have I scored with you, too? Is the waiting over?

“I think you’re in line for a change of status.”

“You mean a job promotion?” What she longed for was a change of status with him.

“Yes, a promotion.” Ray edged closer and locked his sapphire blue eyes with hers. “This calls for celebration.” He placed an arm over the back of her seat. “Er, could we go out tomorrow evening?” he whispered.

Could they ever!

“Sounds good,” Trudi said, her tone masking the excitement she felt.

Then she saw Ben’s tall frame in the doorway. He knocked and walked into the office. “You wanted to see me, Boss?”

            “Terrific! Tomorrow night,” Ray said. Then he turned to Ben. “You’re here sooner than I expected.”

Ben cleared his throat and shuffled his feet. “I can come back.”

Ray leaned back in his chair. “Trudi, this is Ben. He will be working with me for a while.”

She nodded. “We introduced ourselves yesterday. Welcome aboard.”

Ben smiled. “Thanks.”

Trudi got up. “If there’s nothing more for now?” She had only until tomorrow evening to wait

for the something more. Hadn’t Mom told her good things happen to those who wait.

As she moved closer to the door, Trudi heard the new hire say, “She’s my new neighbor, and I planned to get to know her. I would’ve shoveled her out even if you hadnʼt asked me.” He laughed. “I didn’t even get to buy her a cup of coffee and you get to take her out.”

Trudi grinned and kept on walking. In a roundabout way she’d already thanked Ben in the parking lot. A snow angel could come in all disguises—even that of a new neighbor. Ben may have dug her out, but he was only a courier for her admirer.

Big Cat On The Loose (Part 2)

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As promised here is the second and final installment of Big Cat on The Loose by Max Elliot Anderson

BIG CAT ON THE LOOSE (Part 2)

by

Max Elliot Anderson

After the boys finished their snack, Owen turned to Terry. “I gotta go out to the barn for a few minutes. You comin’?”

Terry pointed to his chest. “Me?”

“Sure. We’ll be safe.”

Terry shook his head. “I’m feeling pretty safe in here right now.”

“Come on. It’ll only take a minute.”

Terry gulped. “Isn’t that about how long it takes for a lion to eat a kid.”

Owen gave him one of those looks until Terry said, “Don’t start calling me a chicken.”

Owen started flapping his arms and cackling like the biggest laying hen on the farm.

Terry shook his head, thought for a moment, then said, “Oh…all right.”

They hurried to the back door where Owen flipped on a bright floodlight outside. It lit up the whole barnyard so they could see if there was anything out there. He called for Duke and let him in the house.

“What’d you do that for?”

“I don’t want my dog getting hurt.”

“So you think there is a lion.”

Owen didn’t answer. They slipped outside, stood on the back step for an instant, and then ran even faster toward the barn than they did from the bus stop. This time, Terry made it to the barn door first. Both boys tumbled onto the hay inside. Then Owen quickly jumped back up and shut the door. That’s when the boys both heard something so terrifying, they shut their eyes as tight as possible. A low grunting growl came from deeper inside the barn.

Owen opened one eye. In a whisper, almost too low for Terry to hear, he said, “Duke must a got out somehow.” He listened again and said, “Duke. That you boy?” But when he opened both eyes, what he saw nearly knocked him to the floor.

“That’s a lion!” Terry squealed.

Without saying a word, both boys bolted out the door, slamming it behind them. They heard scratches and more growling on the other side. Just as they were about to run to the house, Owen grabbed Terry by the arm and said, “Wait a minute.”

“No, you wait. I’m gettin’ outa here.”

Owen shook his head. “We have to find where he got in first.”

“We do?” Terry whimpered.

Owen pointed. “You go that way, and I’ll go the other. If you find an opening, close it as fast as you can. Then we’ll meet back here at the door.” They hurried off and Owen found an open door at the back of the barn. He slid it closed and raced around to the front where Terry already waited for him.

Without saying a word, the boys sprinted back to the house, went inside, and Owen dialed 911. “We found the lion,” he blurted to the operator. Then he gave her his address.

“Stay where you are,” she warned. “Help is on the way.”

Even though it only took a few minutes, it felt more like hours to Owen as he and Terry kept their eyes fixed on the barn. Duke stayed close beside them. Finally, the entire farmyard lit up with flashing lights as cars raced down the lane. Owen opened the door a small crack as several men jumped out of their cars and vans.

One of them spotted the boys. “”Where is he?” the man asked.

Owen and Terry pointed at the barn. Then they both slipped out onto the back steps where they shook with fear. That’s when a few of the men started laughing. More joined them until it sounded like a roar louder than the lion.

“What’s so funny?” Owen demanded. He saw two other men walking out of the barn with a full-grown male lion on a leash; just like a regular cat.

“I don’t get it,” Terry said.

A police officer walked up to them, folded his arms and said, “Well, it’s like this.” He turned and looked at the big cat. “That’s a lion all right.” He turned back toward the boys as some of the others started laughing again. “He got away from a circus train that had stopped out on the tracks behind your farm. But the thing is,” now he could hardly keep from laughing, “the thing is, he’s got no teeth. If he’d caught one of you, probably the worst that might have happened is he’d kiss you to death.”

As men loaded the lion into a cage, in the back of a van, Owen’s parents hurried over to the boys. “What’s going on? Someone called and told us to get home right away,” his mother cried. “Are you boys alright?”

Owen and Terry looked down at the ground. They could still hear some of the men doing their best not to laugh.

Owen looked up to his parents. “Could we please go inside? Then we can tell you all about it.”

– The End –

What a fun story! So, what did you think of it?

 Thanks, Max, for sharing it with us. And just as a reminder, here’s a bit about Max:

Max Elliot Anderson grew up as a struggling reader.  After surveying the market, he sensed the need for action-adventures and mysteries for readers 8 – 13, especially boys. Using his extensive experience in the production of dramatic motion pictures, videos, and television commercials, Mr. Anderson brings that same visual excitement and heart-pounding action to his stories. Most books have different characters, setting, and plot.

Ten books are published, ten more are under contract, with several additional manuscripts completed. Young readers have reported that reading one of his books is like actually being in an exciting movie.

Books for Boys Blog:  http://booksandboys.blogspot.com

Author Web Site:  http://www.maxbooks.9k.com/index_1.html

My Youtube Videos http://www.youtube.com/user/Maxbooks100?feature=watch

 

UNTIL NEXT TIME…GOD BLESS & GOOD READING!

Big Cat on the Loose (Part 1)

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I have a wonderful guest writer today who’s written a really fun short story for us to read. Part is today and Part 2 will be Wednesday.

Max Elliot Anderson grew up as a struggling reader.  After surveying the market, he sensed the need for action-adventures and mysteries for readers 8 – 13, especially boys. Using his extensive experience in the production of dramatic motion pictures, videos, and television commercials, Mr. Anderson brings that same visual excitement and heart-pounding action to his stories. Most books have different characters, setting, and plot.

Ten books are published, ten more are under contract, with several additional manuscripts completed. Young readers have reported that reading one of his books is like actually being in an exciting movie.

Books for Boys Blog:  http://booksandboys.blogspot.com

Author Web Site:  http://www.maxbooks.9k.com/index_1.html

My Youtube Videos http://www.youtube.com/user/Maxbooks100?feature=watch

 

Big Cat On The Loose Part 1)

by

Max Elliot Anderson

Owen Thompson sat at a table in the kitchen, gulping down the last of his crunchy cold cereal. The bus would be here soon to whisk him off to school, but as usual, he was running a little late. Owen had so much on his mind, he barely heard the announcer on the radio when he broke into the program and said, “It’s been reported that a big cat, a lion they think, is loose in the area. We don’t know where it came from or if there really is a lion out there at this point. So be on the lookout just in case. If you see him, be sure to call 911 immediately and report it to the police.” Then the music started up again.

Owen stopped crunching his mouthful of cereal and glanced out the back window. Hummm. Wonder if he’s around here someplace?

Owen lived on a farm with his parents. Right now they both were still upstairs getting ready for work. That’s because, in addition to the farm work, they each had another job in town. Owen’s father sold insurance and his mother worked in the office.

Just then she called down the stairs. “Owen! You ready for school?”

It jolted him back from thinking about a lion in the back yard. “Almost!” he called back to her.

“Better hurry up, the bus will be here any minute.”

He finished the rest of his breakfast, ran to brush his teeth, grabbed his book bag, and skidded to a stop at the front door. Before he could open it, his mother called down again and asked, “Don’t forget your lunch?”

Owen let out a short blast of air through his nose, turned around, and hurried back to the kitchen. Without even stopping, he snatched a paper sack from the counter and raced for the door. That’s when he clearly heard four short blasts from a horn in the distance.

“Are you still down there, Owen?” his mother asked.

As quietly as he could, Owen unlocked the door, turned the handle until it clicked, opened the door, and slipped outside. Without making a sound, he closed it again behind him and darted off the front porch. He hadn’t taken three steps away from his house when he heard a terrifying growl.

Owen stopped as still as a dead man. “It’s the lion,” he whispered.

Again there were four more short horn blasts from the bus.

“Owen!” his mother shouted again from inside the house.

Just then Owen saw something move from the shadows. “Duke!” he said with a heavy sigh. “I’ve never been so happy to see my own dog.”

“Owen!”

He glanced back toward the house and then turned to his dog again. “Gotta go, boy. See you tonight.” He raced to a big, yellow bus that still waited for him in front of the mail box at the end of their dirt lane. The doors opened and Owen burst through.

The driver looked at him with a frown. “One of these days I’m going to have to leave for school without you.”

Owen smiled back. “Don’t say that unless you mean it.” He hurried down the aisle and scooted into a seat beside his best friend Terry Sutton. Terry lived on the next farm west of Owen’s place.

His friend looked down at his watch. “How come you’re always late?”

Owen shrugged. “Did you hear about the lion?”

“What lion?”

“Yeah, what lion?” a boy asked from the seat behind them.

Owen turned back to him. “I heard it on the radio. They said somebody saw a lion on the loose around here.”

A girl in the seat just in front of them covered her eyes and shrieked, “Owen, quit it!”

That caused the bus driver to look up at his mirror and say, “What’s going on back there, Owen?”

Owen slumped down a little deeper in his seat. “Nothing.”  He turned to Terry and whispered, “I heard it on the radio, honest, there’s supposed to be a big one out here someplace.” The news quickly spread through the bus until, the rest of the way to school, all eyes stared out the windows as students searched for the lion.

Today was Friday. Terry’s parents would be going out of town, and he planned to spend the weekend at Owen’s house. Fridays always seemed to drag by for Owen when he was in school. Even though he felt like the day would never end, the final bell sounded. Terry had brought a small bag of his things to school so he could get off the bus at Owen’s stop.

“What about the lion?” he asked, as they stepped off the bus.

“Try to be on time, Monday,” their driver warned as he closed the doors.

Owen and his friend stood at the end of the lane. His parents were never home this early, so he knew that he and Terry were on their own. “We’re gonna have to run for it,” Owen said. He crouched down like a sprinter on the track team at school. Terry did the same. Both boys kicked a toe into the soft dirt so they could get a good, fast start.

“On your mark!” Owen began. Both boys tensed every muscle in their legs, ankles, and feet. “Get set!” But before he could say “go,” Terry took off running at top speed.

“Hey, no fair,” Owen called out to him.

Without even turning around Terry yelled back, “If there really is a lion, he can’t catch both of us!”

“Yeah, but what if you run into him right now?”

Terry slid to a stop in the dirt, whirled around, and in seconds, stood next to Owen again. “Did you have to say that?” he said between his huffing and puffing.

They took their places again as Owen shouted, “Go!” Both boys burst off as if they’d been shot out of a double-barrel shotgun. Neither bothered to look to the left or right as they raced down the lane toward the safety of Owen’s house. He hit the porch first, grabbed a key from under a nearby flower pot and opened the door just as Terry shot through.

It took a few moments for them to catch their breath again. That’s when Terry asked, “Think he’s out there anyplace?”

“The radio said they weren’t even sure if there was a lion. Just some guy said he saw one, that’s all. Besides, my parents will he home soon. We’ll be safe then.”

“Sure wish they’d hurry,” Terry said as he looked out a side window. By now the sun had already set as a bright moon began rising in the early evening sky.

Owen headed for the kitchen. “Let’s get something to eat.” But that’s when he found a note on the counter. He opened it and read, “Owen, you left in such a hurry I couldn’t tell you that Dad and I will have to stay late at the office tonight. I’ve left food for you and Terry. We should be too late. Make sure to do your chores in the barn and we’ll see you around nine. Love, Mom.”

“Great,” Terry groaned. Owen looked at him and noticed the look on his friend’s face matched the knot he felt in his own stomach.

After the boys finished their snack, Owen turned to Terry. “I gotta go out to the barn for a few minutes. You comin’?”

 

That’s it for today. Come back on Wednesday for Part 2.

Thanks Max for sharing this fun story. Can’t wait to see what happens!

 

UNTIL NEXT TIME…GOD BLESS & GOOD READING!

 

HOPE by Penny McGinnis Frost

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My guest writer today is Penny Frost McGinnis.  She writes contemporary romance as well as poetry. Read more about her writing at www.pennyfrostmcginnis.com Today, she shares a poem with us.  Thanks, Penny.

 

Hope

On days your blue skies
turn gray,
smiles fade,
and joy seems like a star flung
light years from earth…
reflect on hope~
I imagine hope as tiny rays of sunlight
that sneak through clouds
after a rainstorm.
The same magical rays that form a rainbow.
Perhaps you see it in the eyes of a child.
One who stumbles and balances
and stumbles again~
as he learns to put one foot in front of the other.
Or maybe you smell it
when you bury your nose in sweet honeysuckle.
I see hope in you, in your future,
in your dreams my friend.

© Penny Frost McGinnis

 

Spring Will Always Bring A Smile by Mary L. Ball

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I love flash fiction. It’s quick and fun to read! How about you? In case you don’t know what flash fiction is, it’s like a short story–but even shorter. It still has a beginning, a middle and an end.  The story today is written by Mary L. Ball.

Mary L. Ball is a published author of Inspirational fiction, blended with romance. her novels include, Escape to Big Fork Lake and Stone of Destiny.
She lives in North Carolina and weaves together stories to encourage people to see the wonder of love and a divine guidance. When she’s not working on her latest story, she enjoys fishing, reading, hiking and singing with her husband at church and other places.
Readers can connect with her on Face Book and Twitter.
www. twitter.com/inspires4mary
Her books are available on AMAZON.
 
 And so without further ado….

Spring Will Always Bring a Smile

Lisa rested on the bench in the center of Gold Memorial staring at a grass-covered  mound. She glanced around at the new flowers that bloomed and noticed the buds upon the lilac trees, the signs of a changing season all around. Birds sung, in the distance, but the beauty of nature didn’t bring a smile to her face. Spring was here, and she didn’t care.

As an older man approached and stood beside her. He gazed at Lisa and spoke with a crackled voice,  “a loved one.”

Lisa hated the intrusion, but despite her mood, she tried to be polite. “Yes, very much loved.” She looked at the man and didn’t know why, but something in his eyes made her speak again.  She poured out her heart, her voice barely audible and words laced with despair. “Rob was my only love; we didn’t have, but a few years together.”

The older man saw the hurt in her eyes. He paused a moment before speaking. “I know what you mean; my Polly was my mate for over 40 years.”

Lisa looked at the man, with a touch of sympathy she replied. “It must be hard to have someone around that long a time a time, and lose them.”

The man smiled at Lisa, shaking his head. “Yes, but we had good years together. I thank God- for all those years.”

A prick of anger moved over Lisa, in a sarcastic tone she rushed a reply. “if God wanted us to be happy, then why take away our loved ones.”

The grey-haired man looked at Lisa, a startled expression shown on his furrowed brow. He spoke as if he were talking to the wind. “God does want us to be happy, but everyone has to face loss, a time to weep, and a time to laugh.”

Lisa stood up, noticing the man now carried a smile on his face. An expression of peace sparkled from his eyes she couldn’t understand. She shook her head in disbelief. “Never can I accept that, it is just not right.”

The man stepped closer to Lisa and gently took her hand in his. “Would Rob want you to be bitter, to turn away from the world?”  Something in the way the man spoke, his tender touch reached into her soul, opening her heart. It brought back a memory of a conversation; she had with Rob.  A day when he told her to promise him that she would never let anything take away her beautiful smile. Lisa glanced at the old man, nervously she replied. “He would want me to go on without him.”

The older man begun to speak about the seasons, “you know Spring is supposed to be a fresh beginning. It brings forth an unmarked life,” his voice continued, words broken by time.”In the Winter, things are dead, then comes Spring, and with it, a brand-new start. We can’t go back to the past Winter; we must move forward into the unused time within the year, and the wonder of  a renewed life. Nevertheless, we will forever remember the Winters. Everyone mourns the loss of last year’s flowers. Our purpose though, has invariably been to go on, just as the world constantly moves. In our hearts, we will faithfully hold the love, and memories-but we need to live. By going on with our lives we bring honor to the ones that were lost. It’s a way to show respect for what they represented.”

Lisa hung her head down toward the ground, a numb feeling surrounded her.

As the man slipped his hand away from hers, she closed her eyes and wiped a tear from her cheek, which slipped down the side of her face. She raised her head up and saw that the old man was gone. Lisa gazed in all directions. Her eyes caught sight of a younger lady walking passed. “Excuse me, where did the old man who was carrying an umbrella go?”

The girl looked at Lisa, lines formed around her mouth with a puzzled expression, sluggishly  she nodded her head back and forth. “I don’t believe anyone else has been on this path for at least an hour.” Lisa felt her face grow red with embarrassment as she replied. “Oh, well, thanks anyway,” quickly rushing to the car.

Seated in her vehicle, Lisa took one last look at the spot that was so cherished to her, a smile escaping from her lips. It was then  she thought she heard a quiet soothing voice say, “Lisa, that’s the smile I fell in love with.”

Oooh–I got goose bumps!  How about you?

Until Next Time…God Bless and Good Reading!

AND THE WINNER IS…

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The winner of my giveaway is…..JACKIE LAYTON.

Jackie is the winner of the $25 Amazon Gift Card, an e-copy of several of  my books along with an e-copy of  the following books:

Glass  by Suzanne Williams

Escape to Big Fork Lake by Mary L. Ball

 Cleansed by Fire, by James R. Callan

The Last Detail by Lisa J Lickel

Heaven’s Prey by Janet Sketchley

Imagine The Future You by Ada Brownell

Journey of Eleven Moons by Bonnie Leon

Because there was such a great response to the giveaway and so many people entered, I’ve decided to pick an additional 5 people to receive an ecopy of  one of my books. The choices are:  Dark Alleys; Geese Mate For Life; or Serenity Springs, Ohio.

The five lucky winners are:

Janet K. Brown

Suzy Moore

Loree Perry

Michelle Denise Evans

Britney Adams

 

I want to thank all my author friends who donated a copy of their book for the giveaway. It was very generous of each of you.

Until next time…God Bless & Good Reading!

Lillian