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A TRAIL OF TEARS

© Vickey Stamps 3/4/14

Her parents had wanted her to be a boy child. Obviously that hadn’t happened, so the Matthew they’d thought for a Matthew, Sr. had become Mattie instead, and they’d grown to love this only child, with all their hearts.

She stood now, in front of the closet she had shared with her husband all these long years. Two ‘Sunday go to meeting’ shirts hung there that they had indulged in for Mark, at the local mercantile. The rest of the shirts…

A TRAIL OF TEARS

© Vickey Stamps 3/4/14

Her parents had wanted her to be a boy child. Obviously that hadn’t happened, so the Matthew they’d thought for a Matthew, Sr. had become Mattie instead, and they’d grown to love this only child, with all their hearts.

She stood now, in front of the closet she had shared with her husband all these long years. Two ‘Sunday go to meeting’ shirts hung there that they had indulged in for Mark, at the local mercantile. The rest of the shirts…

THE NEW YEAR’S BABY

© Vickey Stamps

She’d sworn and been darned if she would spend another year after this one,

trying to get a New Year’s Baby ready to face the world. This one had to

have been the most difficult of all the years ever! It was as if it had an

internal computer inside it, set on FAST SPEED and never allowed to turn off.

“Mercy, Lord, and why me?” It was ever so much easier, she thought. In the

very old days, all she’d had to do…

THE LONELY MAN

© Vickey Stamps 12/12/15

Strange as it might seem, and unusual as it was, snow fell softly upon the ocean of the sleepy little town. Its fingers of water were weary. A long day had passed. None the less, it reached up grabbing the tiny flakes, pulling them down and further cooling the vastness of its watery domain. Upon the sidewalks, the snow slowly collected building up layer upon layer, making itself a lovely thing to look upon. Few would likely know at this…