Inspirational · Life · Philosophy · Stories

Another Day

‘Talk to me I’m here to listen’ said the mind but the heart had decided.

Razor in hand she saw a little girl running around talking to the trees.

Thud! a gust of wind shut the window; the girl had vanished.

Looking around the house what a vision it was, not a thing out of place fancy drapes, matching silverware, candlesticks above the fireplace.

Resting on the rocking chair she placed the razor gently on the table made herself a fresh pot of tea snuggled in her favourite quilt and dozed off to sleep.

Another Day perhaps, Another Lifetime!




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