Gerry Pare'
Bio
This retired Orchestra teacher finally has time to write. She lives in southern Oregon & enjoys gardening, fostering lambs, weeding - yep, she does - picking blackberries and of course, writing.
Stories (2/0)
Nature in the time of Pandemic
March 3rd, 2020. Early morning in the life of a growing Pandemic. Startled by a shower of wood chips, I yelled “What?” and looked up. A flicker couple, resplendent in their red mustaches and mottled feathers made a quick get-away from our towering silver maple. They had been scoping out the tree for weeks. Their distinctive call, a loud, rolling rattle with its piercing tone had disrupted the quiet in our little neighborhood. Flitting among the branches, they made a comforting, wick-a, wick-a murmur that seemed to say, “I’m here, love.”
By Gerry Pare'3 years ago in Earth
Pepper
Exhausted and tearful, Rita almost closed the bathroom door before it stuck on the pink carpet. A slim beam of sunlight filtered onto buckets of algaed water lining the dirty tub. The toilet, its gullet rusty and stained, stared up at her. Pulling money from her pockets, she lowered herself to the edge of the pink tub, and started counting the cash she had found that day in Pepper’s house. Over twenty thousand dollars! Holding fistfuls of cash, she let her tears flow, confused and baffled.
By Gerry Pare'3 years ago in Families