The Gift

14 Jan

Smack in the middle of January’s brash bluster, a rare 68 degree day had cropped  up out of nowhere and she was taking advantage of the gift, one she took as a personal sign of a subtle Happy New Year greeting from Mother Nature.  The french doors were wide open allowing a balmy breeze to invade the room.  Both cats had come out of hiding from under her bed to languish in the however brief respite from the winter norm and they were tucked up under her arms,  coiled in circles, creating feline pillows emitting with each purring breath a slight hint of canned salmon.

An attempt to read had long given sway to the whisper of drowsiness which had crept up upon her.  The flannel throw was loosely draped over her bare toes, which twitched ever slightly as if imagining the feel of sandy beaches soon to be explored in the coming spring. Her eyes remained closed as her mind waxed and waned thru inconsequential  and mostly trivial thoughts settling finally on what she decided was the one true fact of the moment; that naps were truly a most under rated phenomenon.

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Posted by on January 14, 2012 in Flash Fiction, Southern Humor


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One response to “The Gift

  1. Ann

    January 16, 2012 at 5:15 pm



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