Dew walking, collecting wildflowers, Eden cherished each step of her barefoot experience. Mindfully, she wriggled grass between her toes while brown baby bunnies nestled among blooms of Black-eyed Susans. Filling her handbasket with yellow-orange daisies showered in condensation was her morning paradise.
A deep temperature dive wilted the wildflowers; bunnies went limp.
Sheets of ice invaded the pasture turning greensward into blade cutters slashing her precious feet. Bloodied, she fell to her knees crawling, crawling.
Bleating deer raced by.
At meadow's edge, a hooded figure appeared holding a scythe.
"Dear child, there will never be heaven on Earth."
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Marilyn Glover
Poet, writer, & editor, writing to uplift humanity. A Spiritual person who practices Reiki and finds inspiration in nature.
Mother of four, grandmother of two, British American dual citizen living in the States
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Dragon Rising
There weren't always dragons in the valley. Typically, they stuck within the castle's perimeter high up on the northern cliff. The majestic ones preferred the quiet company of the mighty wizard, Ryo wo, and his daughter, Ayumi, over the densely populated valley. Dragons are not social creatures by nature.
By Marilyn Glover4 years ago in Fiction
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