I'd arrived at my grandmother's house three days ago, attended the funeral, and started the slow dig through her belongings. It had been a healing experience - until I found the strange markings under her bed with something in Portuguese.
I sent pictures from my cell phone to my cousin. "What does this mean?"
I stared at the screen for a long time.
"Sinto sua falta. Entre aqui.
I miss you. Enter here."
About the Creator
Lisa H
I'm learning to be wildly inappropriate, ridiculous, needy - and alive.
Thank you so much for all the support!
After the Storm
After the storm of winter snow there sat a small bear by the name Ted, of course. He loves the snow and likes to roll around in it making all sorts of trails and whatever he has a mind to do. He wondered where all the people are, but in a way, he is hoping that they are all snug in the homes maybe drinking hot chocolate-one of his favorite drinks with mini-marshmallows and eating something homemade for he likes this winter wonderland all to himself to romp and play and maybe even catch some fish down by the river.
By Mark Graham6 days ago in Fiction
Memories of a life before
There are memories within us that don't belong to the one that we are,and yet they become reflected back at us from within each reflection we see. A different and incomplete version of ourselves looks back into our souls; it shows us the life we could have had if we could just recognise that there are qualities within us that we just can't acknowledge.
By Nadine Haigh2 days ago in Fiction
Comments (3)
So much unsaid. Such an invitation. Into her heart, her life, her bed, or something infinitely more vast?
Dear Lisa ~ I miss you, too ~ Jay Kantor, Chatsworth, California 'Senior' Vocal Author - Vocal Author Community -
Lisa, wow. you are a magician with words. that end is just the beginning...