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Creative Writing Old Matilda was a little bit on the deaf side, you had to yell for her to understand anything you said. Every day at the same time she would take her walk, never failed 4:00pm on the dot. I would wave to her and she would smile back, we exchanged the occasional pleasantries and that would be it. This has been going on for 5 years, I thought to myself next time she passes by I am going to ask her if she would like to have a cup of coffee. I went inside to get some cake and coffee ready. "Come in welcome" Matilda smiled. She smiled again. "I'm old but I am not deaf!" "I just thought at times when I talk you were unable to hear me?" "No I hear you ok it is just I have a little trouble with your accent." We both laughed so hard. We talked for hours, we even knew some of the same people and had family that lived in the same village in Italy. My heart was warm and open from sharing with her. We hugged and said we should do this again sometime. After she left I sat there watching the sunset, feeling the cool gentle breeze as this hot summer day ended. How many times have I stopped myself from saying hello to people I don't really know. And how do you get to know them unless you say hello. How many times have I misread people? I arrived home from work the next day to find a card and a red rose. Dear Angela Tears were flowing down my cheeks. 5 Months Later. "I love that outfit you are wearing who would have thought we would be doing this" "aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaghhhhhhhhhhhhhh" I hope you have enjoyed my site and my short stories. Come back soon ... for more ... Short Story Menu - click here For more information on my paintings and workshops please feel free to contact me anytime. |
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