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The Gift

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She grabbed a box and placed clothes, clean and neatly folded, for someone who could use them.

Each piece held meaning. Gentle shades of blue with striped rompers, cream colored bibs with embroidered farm animals, the kind he’d love to see.

She touched each piece again, catching her tears with the back of her hand.

She picked up the phone and called Halbert, the junk man, and asked him to stop by to pick up charity.

Halbert knew this was not the same as tossed out junk, as he not long ago picked up the baby furniture for Miss Maize, who also gifted him a real apple pie.

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This is my almost didn’t make it six sentence story. and check out the others!

13 thoughts on “The Gift”

  1. But you DID make it, Lisa! And parted the candy red apple gingham curtains hanging in Miss Maize’s kitchen long enough for us to watch her make that difficult phone call. Her’s a decision not easily made; born as much out of selfishness and self preservation as compassion for those in need.
    😊

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