Short Fiction

When Crystals Melt

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Looking out the crystal covered window, Maizie moved to the fireplace and added what was left of the split logs, wondering where the next would come from. As the house began to warm, she placed the pot over the fire and warmed yesterdays leftover oatmeal, adding a little more water to make it stretch. Chopping up the apples from this year’s harvest, she placed them in the bowls for her family. As each child started waking, stirring slowly, wrapped in tattered quilts, threaded by many mends over many years, Maizie held her arms open and welcome each one to warm them with her love. After each child took their places at the table, they looked to their mother and bowed together. “Dear Lord, it is with whole hearts and welcoming souls that we are most grateful for our many blessings,” And then the door opened, he had returned from his hunt and they would soon know no hunger.

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This is in response to the Six Sentence Story prompt: Crystal

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9 thoughts on “When Crystals Melt”

  1. This makes me think of some of the stories told of pioneers, and yet even in these days there are many homeless who have to depend on the goodness of others when they are unable to get employment that pays enough for them to provide for their families.

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