“Oh, dear me. I told him not to do it.”
This morning I heard him muttering, “A real turkey day
with a live bird.”
Since then, I haven’t seen him. I called his phone
with no luck. I fidgeted and waited for a response to the message I’d left. In
the midst of near panick, wondering who to call, where to go, what to do, a
Dickinson poem came to mind.
Hope is the thing
with feathers
That perches in the soul
And sings the tune without the words
And never stops at all.
That perches in the soul
And sings the tune without the words
And never stops at all.
I smiled to myself and hummed the tune that came. There
would be a tale to be told and laughed about and learned from round this
Thanksgiving table.
Tea Leaf Tales is a series of original
ten-sentence short stories by Marsha A. Moore, relating to photos/scenes that
resonate with her.
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