Join me on this series where I create a short story using three random words.
Fragile – Spiritual – Sunshine
The bag was almost empty when I reached for another cranberry orange butter cookie. These things should be illegal. Or maybe you should quit making them, I told myself while the tangy orange icing melted smoothly into the sweetness of the cranberry. Subtle hints of butter formed the floor on which the flavors danced across my tongue. I gave them time to blend fully before swallowing.
There was something spiritual about this moment on my porch. The smell of fresh brewed coffee hung heavy in the air. It had filtered through the window screen to where I sat looking east over the front yard. A multitude of birds had found comradery among the cherry trees. An eagerness to fill their bellies with heavens bounty allowed them to set aside their differences for a moment.
A shadow from a nest could still be seen in the grass below one of the trees. It, along with the clouds that muted the sunshine was the only lingering evidence of the storm that had rolled through earlier. Reminded of the shattered eggs near the nest, I contemplated how truly fragile life is. Everything can change in a second.
“When you really think about it,” I told the cat laying at my feet. “All we have is this moment. We better make it count,” I said before I took another cookie from the bag.
If you would like to be in on the fun, leave you word (keep it clean) in the comments. Remember to check back in the coming days for your part in the fabric of the story!
In grace and peace,
Sharon Rose
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