The one thing I believe I will miss the most besides camping and sitting around a campfire, is spending early mornings sitting on my back porch. Winters in Indiana aren't really back porch sitting friendly.
I wake up each morning, even on work days, and grab my laptop, my coffee, and my furbie boys and we head outside to the back porch. The crickets are still chirping. The tree frogs croaking. The birds aren't even awake when we first come outside.
The neighborhood is quiet and we just sit out here enjoying this little moment of peace and quiet in our world before the hustle and bustle of the day begins.
This is my sanctuary. My lifeline. The place where nature and I come together in our small town. My fairy garden sits quietly off the steps of the porch. Adding a bit of magic to my quiet place. My dog in a hammock dreaming of his solar bone, hanging just in front of me. Candles and plants scattered about the railings.
This place is my own private corner of the world. Where life happens and quiet moments await me. I enjoy company here. I write here. I just enjoy life here. It's my summer kitchen table, where all the problems of the world can be discussed or discarded. Solved or dismissed.
So yes, when summer does finally come to an end. I will miss my little corner of the world until once again I can resume life such as this, in the warmer days yet to come.
I wake up each morning, even on work days, and grab my laptop, my coffee, and my furbie boys and we head outside to the back porch. The crickets are still chirping. The tree frogs croaking. The birds aren't even awake when we first come outside.
The neighborhood is quiet and we just sit out here enjoying this little moment of peace and quiet in our world before the hustle and bustle of the day begins.
This is my sanctuary. My lifeline. The place where nature and I come together in our small town. My fairy garden sits quietly off the steps of the porch. Adding a bit of magic to my quiet place. My dog in a hammock dreaming of his solar bone, hanging just in front of me. Candles and plants scattered about the railings.
This place is my own private corner of the world. Where life happens and quiet moments await me. I enjoy company here. I write here. I just enjoy life here. It's my summer kitchen table, where all the problems of the world can be discussed or discarded. Solved or dismissed.
So yes, when summer does finally come to an end. I will miss my little corner of the world until once again I can resume life such as this, in the warmer days yet to come.
Excerpt for Remember My Name...
“You can’t be.”
For a single second, relief came to those strangely familiar eyes, vanishing just as quickly when she uttered her next words. “You’re the devil himself.”
She sensed his defeat. His hands slipped away from her face. His back turned toward her. Her heart crushed with the deep sense of loss radiating from his actions.
“You would like that, wouldn’t you?” His tone, was no longer angry, but heart-touching sad.
“What else could you be?” she asked, straightening her shirt more comfortably, hiding the exposure his earlier grip has caused.
“Erui…”
“How do you know my name?” Shock at the sound of her name spilling from his lips, sent even more confusion coursing through her mind.
“How can you not remember mine?” His voice, so intimately soft and heart-felt, took her by surprise.
“Why should I? I came here to rid this village of Reko’s band of demons. No other name was necessary for me to know. All that mattered was for me to remove all of you from the midst of these innocents.”
He threw his hands heavenward, “And you call yourself a seer!”
“I call myself a demon destroyer.”
He reached down, retrieving her sword, thrusting it in her hand. “Then kill me. If you believe in your heart, I am no more than some demon to be vanquished then by all means put me out of this misery I have endured for fifty years.”
He stretched his arms outward, standing perfectly still just inches from her. “Go ahead kill the demon you believe I am.” He yelled into the fast approaching nightfall.
Erui raised her sword. Her hands trembled, barely containing the heavy weapon. His earlier words rang out in her ears. Misery I have endured for fifty years. All too similar to her own period of grief.
“Who are you?” Her words barely audible even to herself.
Pain cried out from his soul, adding to her bewilderment. Remember my name. His words weren’t spoken aloud, but her heart heard them as if he’d screamed.
“Kill me, Erui, please.” Anguish lined the words he begged, loud enough for the world to hear.
She lifted the sword once again.
For more short stories by the Crossroads Romance Writers, head on over to Amazon, iTunes, or Kobo to check out The Porch Swing and The Hope Chest. The Lake House makes its debut October 2017!!!
For a single second, relief came to those strangely familiar eyes, vanishing just as quickly when she uttered her next words. “You’re the devil himself.”
She sensed his defeat. His hands slipped away from her face. His back turned toward her. Her heart crushed with the deep sense of loss radiating from his actions.
“You would like that, wouldn’t you?” His tone, was no longer angry, but heart-touching sad.
“What else could you be?” she asked, straightening her shirt more comfortably, hiding the exposure his earlier grip has caused.
“Erui…”
“How do you know my name?” Shock at the sound of her name spilling from his lips, sent even more confusion coursing through her mind.
“How can you not remember mine?” His voice, so intimately soft and heart-felt, took her by surprise.
“Why should I? I came here to rid this village of Reko’s band of demons. No other name was necessary for me to know. All that mattered was for me to remove all of you from the midst of these innocents.”
He threw his hands heavenward, “And you call yourself a seer!”
“I call myself a demon destroyer.”
He reached down, retrieving her sword, thrusting it in her hand. “Then kill me. If you believe in your heart, I am no more than some demon to be vanquished then by all means put me out of this misery I have endured for fifty years.”
He stretched his arms outward, standing perfectly still just inches from her. “Go ahead kill the demon you believe I am.” He yelled into the fast approaching nightfall.
Erui raised her sword. Her hands trembled, barely containing the heavy weapon. His earlier words rang out in her ears. Misery I have endured for fifty years. All too similar to her own period of grief.
“Who are you?” Her words barely audible even to herself.
Pain cried out from his soul, adding to her bewilderment. Remember my name. His words weren’t spoken aloud, but her heart heard them as if he’d screamed.
“Kill me, Erui, please.” Anguish lined the words he begged, loud enough for the world to hear.
She lifted the sword once again.
For more short stories by the Crossroads Romance Writers, head on over to Amazon, iTunes, or Kobo to check out The Porch Swing and The Hope Chest. The Lake House makes its debut October 2017!!!
Check out the other authors participating in Don't Let Summer End blog hop!!!
M.K. Scott
Teresa Keefer
Lisa Caviness
LaNora Mangano
M.K. Scott
Teresa Keefer
Lisa Caviness
LaNora Mangano