Jessica Owens
Bio
Full time empath and giver of advice. Avid collector of all things old or rusty from marbles to farm tools. Enjoys writing about the adventures and antics of her 3 dogs and teenage son while road tripping and camping in The Lone Star State.
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Larry
I really hadn’t known him very long. Come to think of it, I don’t think anyone ever really knew him. He was one of those unique individuals that would one day just kind of saunter into your life, not one to push a welcome or become a burden. His needs were basic and easy to fill. I remember the first day we met. It was a glorious summer evening in Mid-May. The brilliant Texas sun blanketed me in soft, setting rays as I contemplated life in my little garden, a glass of merlot in one hand, the garden hose in the other. Thinking and watering, watering and thinking. Thinking of what, it doesn’t really matter. The watering is all that was important. I was not expecting a visitor that evening, after my divorce, solitude had become my only comfort.
By Jessica Owens4 years ago in Petlife
The Promise
- As we walked down the narrow path, the branches of the trees stretched high over the road, reaching for each other. If it were a sunny day, it would have felt comforting. However tonight was cold and dark, and the trees appeared menacing. I never had wished our father could be with us more than at that moment. When he promised he would always be there to guide us and protect us after Mamma passed, I believed him. How was I to know when we ran in the field to play, dashing around his strong arms spread wide for a hug, that chance to embrace him, would be our last?
By Jessica Owens4 years ago in Fiction
