Dorothy's daughter sat down beside her. Dorothy frowned. "Who was that?" Out of the corner of her eye, she spied the puffy meringue. Shakily she took up her spoon and scooped up a mouthful of pie. The sweet tang was delightful. Dorothy smiled blissfully in the now.
It was lunch time at Serenity Village. Dorothy looked down at her tray mindful of the lemon meringue pie. No voices from the past admonished her to eat her meat and vegetables. There was only the now. No worries of health issues in the future fretted her. There was only the now.
Dorothy's daughter sat down beside her. Dorothy frowned. "Who was that?" Out of the corner of her eye, she spied the puffy meringue. Shakily she took up her spoon and scooped up a mouthful of pie. The sweet tang was delightful. Dorothy smiled blissfully in the now.
Swapan k Banerjee
15/1/2021 12:22:22 pm
Your Serenity village is like Shangri-La, where everyone is blessed with the power of Now!
Mary Wallace
15/1/2021 03:44:59 pm
There have to be compensation for aging. Eat dessert first. Love this.
Sue Clayton
16/1/2021 01:46:26 am
Who needs to remember family when there's the tangy sweetness of a lemon meringue pie to melt on your tongue. Always live for the now moment.
Jennifer Duncan
16/1/2021 01:59:46 pm
I'm thinking some of you like lemon meringue pie :) Thanks for reading my story and commenting, Comments are closed.
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