“Why spring release, Doc? I’ll scream. Can’t do another four months.” “Demonstrate some impulse control, Charlie. Don’t screw it up now.” Twelve years of stone walls, steel doors, now they take away my year-end release. Nothing to do but stare out the window at scraggly trees, rutted turf, sooty snow drifts. Except for those holly bushes with brilliant red berries. Now even the berries are disappearing. That plump robin is pigging out. Pregnant? Isn’t she the first sign of spring? If I just zip it and pull for her every day, maybe I can beat this thing. You go girl. |
Krystyna
6/1/2023 05:19:59 pm
Hang in there, Charlie! Won’t be long before you’re out and about.
Jennifer Duncan
7/1/2023 01:53:56 pm
When life is constrained, little things become significant. Hope the robin keeps showing up.
Sue Clayton
8/1/2023 06:01:07 am
Loved the voice in this story.
Tony Covatta
8/1/2023 10:07:06 pm
Thanks ladies for the comments. I appreciate the feedback from folks like you who know how to write. Comments are closed.
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