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Gathering up his son’s clothes, tossed about the bedroom floor, Daniel looked at his slumbering son as he lay with his ball glove secured in hand and his signed baseball had rolled off onto the blanket. Hair tousled in rings of curls, Jeffrey slumbered away with little boy dreams.
It was not long before this night, that Daniel and Jeffrey were spectators at their very first St. Louis Cardinals baseball game., a dream realized when Jeffrey’s grandparents surprised him with the tickets on his birthday, Daniel was even more excited than Jeffrey and immediately made plans for the big event.
Quietly, Daniel lay all of Jeffrey’s clothes out for the next day, before leaving his room and preparing for his own day to come, packing lunches, paying bills, making sure there was nothing left undone before embarking on their journey.
“Batter, batter,” chanted by the fans, they expected Albert Pujols to hit a homer each time he stood, ready to give it his all, having watched him play, religiously, Daniel enlisted his sidekick, Jeffrey, as part of the fan base of their home.
Falling into a deep sleep, partly from exhaustion and partly from having it all to do, Daniel drifted into a dream state, deeper than he had known in a long time, perhaps since she was by his side, before, well, before, she drifted off and didn’t wake up; Daniel dreamed that he was sitting at Busch Stadium, Tiffany by his side and Daniel on her lap, watching the pre-game activities, he looked in her eyes and grinned, bouncing Jeffrey on her knee, Tiffany smiled back, winking and then looked at their son as he babbled in baby talk, having a gleeful time.
Waking from his sleep, Daniel wiped the tears from his eyes, then got up to check on Jeffrey, who was still soundly sleeping; Placing his hand on his son’s warm head, he said a prayer and went back to bed, thinking about that wink and how someday he would find her again by his side.
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There you have it, the Six Sentence Story, thanks to the devotion of Denise as she provides the weekly prompt and makes sure we have a place to share our stories. Thanks so much to her. If you wish to participate, go to this LINK
Rules of the hop:
Write 6 Sentences. No more. No less.
Use the current week’s prompt word.
Come back here on Thursday, link your post…
Spread the word and put in a good one to your fellow writers 🙂
PROMPT WORD: CARDINAL
It’s not often that a young mother is taken, but when it does happen, it breaks a lot of hearts. Beautiful story.
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Thank you. And I agree, it doesn’t happen often. The story started out one way and then, for some reason, ended up like this. Sometimes, I think a story just asks to be told a certain way.
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A poignant tale. Looks like Jefrey is well looked after though.
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Yes, Daniel loves his champ.
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It must be so hard to go on without his wife/mother of his child, but he does everything he can!
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He sure does.
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Beautiful story, Lisa. Reminds me of myself in many ways. My mother died when I was 3 and my father raised me with a little help from my grandparents.
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Aww thanks so much. Huge hugs
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This was such a touching story, Lisa. Surely, his dreams, while brief, provide respite from what surely is the biggest challenge he faces. Life without his partner, his best friend and having to raise his son without his mother.
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Thank you. Dreams often are a way of finding comfort.
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One is never old enough to lose one’s mother good six
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Thank you and so true.
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Just pulled at my heart strings. Such a poignant Six.
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Thank you!
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Such a sad yet full of love tale.
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💙
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