By Jill Robinson You’re so beautiful: The last words he ever spoke to her, not that he knew who she was anymore. As his memories slowly dispersed, like dandelion seeds in a soft summer breeze, his love for her remained. The young child she brought to visit, snow white hair and deep blue eyes, almost familiar, a vision in […]Continue reading “Last Words — Heartland Society of Women Writers”
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Granny Smith
They stood under the apple tree, heavy with fruit. Early October sunshine, with a hint of late fall breeze, drew the family close. The Granny Smith had been planted five years past, to the day, in a similar gathering. Today would be for celebrating, the healing already done. The tree’s first harvest was a success.Continue reading “Granny Smith”