THE GRASS IS GREENER ON THIS SIDE

So here it is on a Sunday.  It is still a good day for a Friday Fictioneer tale.  We are hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields of Addicted to Purple.  Here is my 100 word story from the photo prompt.

PHOTO PROMPT – Copyright -Björn Rudberg

PHOTO PROMPT – Copyright -Björn Rudberg

Rose pushed her chair back from the table.  She heaved a heavy sigh.  She looked around the table and listened to the chatter and laughter.  Everyone wore their Christmas sweaters and their best behavior.  No drama and food thrown.

She got up from the table.  The boys had already left for the livingroom.  She watched their glowing faces as their new train clacked along its track, blowing out smoke and then choo choo! as it came out of the tunnel.

The world might be crazy but here in her home, there was peace.

“God bless us, Every One!”  She murmured.

 

TRIUMPANT IN THE DESERT

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My time is coming to an end in the desert.  I have ridden its hills and valleys and have always stopped at the top, standing tall and triumphant.  What an accomplishment for this prairie girl!  But I do remember that I once was a mountain girl.  My village in China was named Mountain Top.

I am grateful for the blessings of the desert – the peace and stillness, the moon and stars, the magnificent sunsets, the sunshine and the warmth.  I will go home feeling rested, restored and comforted by nature’s arms.

I will remember my time in the desert, the place where I slowly learn to let go of all except for the present moment.  How difficult and easy it is at the same time…to stay here in this moment, however it is.  But I have learned to climb the mountains of elation and to face the canyons of my mind.  And I am still here, breathing and whole in the desert.