TheCoffeeAddictWrites
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Close your eyes
Today is my daughter’s wedding day. I carefully ironed my suit, determined to smooth out every last wrinkle. After all, I must look my best. It’s not everyday that my daughter gets married. The house was covered in white. White roses and acres of tulle were coiled around the railings of the long staircase leading to the front door. Imported chocolates and turkish delights towered over the kitchen table that was now covered in white trim and potpourri. The family crowded near the bride as the photographer took each of their portraits. My daughter, the most beautiful bride, stood happily as she posed with her mother, her sisters, cousins, aunts and uncles, and friends. Suddenly the photographer paused, and began to scan the room.
By TheCoffeeAddictWrites2 years ago in Humans
In the woods
She knew hearing music in the woods at night was usually a bad sign, but it was such a pretty tune. Mila tied her robe tight around her waist and slipped on her favorite slippers. The old creaking floors of the one bedroom cabin seemed to ring in her ears as she quietly made her way through the house. There was a single picture frame on the coffee table. She caressed it with a gentle finger. It was a photo of a couple on their wedding day. It was a simpler time, and oh if she could go back. If she could do it all differently, maybe he would be beside her now. She shrugged her shoulders. She checked her watch. Then again.
By TheCoffeeAddictWrites3 years ago in Fiction
Death and All Her Friends
We all cope with loss differently. Whether it's a sudden death of a young loved one, or an elderly loved one that was sick. We all have our stories, and it's important to remember that not everyone will grieve how you will grieve. When death comes knocking on our door, she does not come alone. She brings her friend Grief and all her friends.
By TheCoffeeAddictWrites3 years ago in Longevity