friendship
C.S Lewis got it right: friendship is born when one person says to another: "What! You too? I thought I was the only one!"
Proof
It was a quiet, breezy evening with a slight chill. The cold cobblestone walkway shone with a glistening of light rain. A rustle went through the trees as the wind knocked at the broken window. Shattered glass laid within the house on the desk just below. As the wind continued to rap at the pane, two spirits were too busy in conversation to notice.
By Ember Gray5 years ago in Humans
You Had Me at Merlot!
The invitation came through my old email address. I hesitated before opening it since I hadn’t received anything at that address for ages. I glanced through the sender info and realized it was a high school classmate—Natalie—not a friend exactly, but a classmate who never left home. When most of us went away for college, jobs, maybe marriage, Nat stayed and worked for her father in his lumber business. I haven’t seen her since our ten-year reunion, and I wasn’t planning to return for this one. I mean, I can’t imagine there are many classmates keen to attend a 30-year gathering. But here’s Nat, pleading, dramatically detailing the school-wide reunion and the special events planned for each class, and in our case, a get-together at the area winery which had flourished in the years since I left my home town. My parents are gone now, but they did tout the winery and the growth of the property and its effects on our town.
By Janna Bruns5 years ago in Humans
An Ode to the Boy in a Wheelchair
**Based on a true story and #5 from a collection of short stories... I don’t remember ever meeting Junior. He was always just kind of there, like the trees growing on your block that you never really paid any attention to. As far as my little girl brain can think back, Junior was always in a wheelchair rolling around with his flipper-like legs. They kind of just laid there, were short, totally deformed, and looked like claws. One day, I noticed Junior’s blue eyes following us while we kids played, and it hit me hard in the chest when I realized Junior would never be able to run, jump, or even walk.
By A.X.Partida5 years ago in Humans
The Alchemist's Practice Chapter 8
Edric went back to the York bank the following day, and, just as Kennard had said he would, there was a draft lease agreement ready and waiting for his review. The amount of money and land leased was to be negotiable. Edric left that business to Kennard's expertise, given his knowledge of banking, local trade, and income.
By Jeremy McLean5 years ago in Humans
