A Soulful Collection of Short Stories From the Heart
The Tiniest Seed As time will pass, so had the years, too, and Daley found himself engaged deeply into the bowels of a rhythmic rut composed of debt, habitual rituals, and selfish communication. It was Christmas day again, and he was sitting alone in his recliner early that morning, before his wife had risen. He was pondering, the gifits he had chosen for his wife, who predictably wanted only new outfits to wear, and the irony he was witnessing to the unflattering fashion that circles.
The Tiniest Echo Scented tea of orange and spice greeted each, who had risen to begin their day. Cheers, smiles, and Merry Christmas were spoken aloud, while a small girl sat alone beneath the sounds of the piano notes with a sad smile. Unfortunate at best was the accident, which had left her deaf.
The Tiniest Heart Ida had been raised to know and love Jesus; conversely she didn't have much faith in birthdays. Her ninth birthday had been celebrated just prior to Thanksgiving, and each year her birthday wish and her Christmas prayers were always the same--for her father to return home.
The Tiniest Tear His feelings recalled how his daughter's breath would echo in his left ear, as she laid on his shoulders for reassurance, because she was feverish and itching during the night from the eczema. He remembered how he held her in his arms walking the floor for hours it seemed, even though his arms were numb and he was exhausted from the night before. He could still smell the warm and cloudy oatmeal baths, which were a futile attempt to soothe the relentless burning and itching spells, when the Benadryl no longer provided any relief.
The Tiniest Rope His stash was empty, and the monkey had begun to rage. Favian thought about the tradedy of it all. The sword of addiction was cutting deeply into his intellect. On the left edge, the blue smoke would bring peace and tranquility by dulling his senses to his tragic past, which he desperately needed to escape. On the right edge was the future. The future was a precarious place; a place where dreams are forged and sought after, but Favian had little vision here. His dreams were nothing more, than fleeting moments of inspiration only to be dismissed by the next demand upon his time. Somewhere in the middle was the present, but the present was a place where Favian feared most.
The Tiniest Wings There was once a vast prairie on the North American continent. In the middle of this prairie was a very old and notably sacred tree, known mostly by its' inhabitants. Within the tree, a hollow had formed, where a large limb had been torn from the tree during a spring thunderstorm. In this hollow once lived an ancient colony of honeybees. On this particular day, a special event was about to occur within the colony.
Daley Irish
Gaelic A counselor (Irish, Scottish Gaelic
(pronounced "Gallic") and Manx make up the
Gaelic branch
(sometimes
called q-Celtic) of the Celtic languages.
Favin
Latin Understanding
Samuel Hebrew Asked for God
Jeremy Hebrew God will uplift
Daisy Old
English The day's eye. Nichname for
Margaret.
Marie French A
biblical name meaning bitter.
Ida
Teutonic Happy or
youthful An old Germanic language
Jon
Swedish God is
gracious
Dada
English My daughter's
first words, and the name she gave me until she was 5 years old. Then one
day, she asked me, "Can I just call you, Dad?"
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