The Road to Paradise Pocket
“Come now little one, under your covers you go” A booming voice sounded throughout a dimly lit rustic cabin.
Tiny feet began thumping a few rooms over as the large gray man sat on a bedside stool and gazed out into the blowing snow outside. It had been snowing for days now, another day and his view of the outside may begin to obscure. He could hear the wind breaking now though, not as harsh and powerful as it had been the day before, his vision a few yards further, and the sun a hair brighter that afternoon. Yes it would break by morning, the snow would stop and the sun would cast its warm healing rays over the tiny frozen town.
Comments (8)
I still remember your haiku. a top one.
Where are you? I've been searching for you for a long time. Very clever!
Evoke strong feeling in just few words. Remind of the wise saying: " you will know the value of someone until you see her chair empty."
It makes everyone who reads it think about the consequences. Wise Words!
So lovely. Touches the heart and so few words make us think 😭♦️👍👌
So heartfelt and straightforward
Death does not have to be sad. Good job.
So much emotion in so few words. Haunting and heartfelt. 🖤🌫️💭