Gathered Together, Surrounded by Love

Gathered together
In early morning hours of Thanksgiving Day, there was nothing missing from Anita’s face. She saw her face, twice, in the mirror. The first time was after the cats woke her. They were not allowed in the bedroom, so they roamed the house and slept on pillows and chairs until five-thirty when they decided they were starving and thus woke Anita with feathery, persistent cries. Anita threw off the bedspread and sat up. The air was damp and smelled of sleep. Outside was dark and wet. Mist clung to the ground, not depressed enough to fall but not excited enough to take flight. A regular Midwest autumn. As [...] Continue reading



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