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Baskets On Easter Sunday they went to church, after church Chet and Bell came back over. He had just finished changing clothes when Chet rang the bell. When he opened the door, Chet and Bell both raised their Easter egg baskets and yelled, “where’s the eggs?” Oscar let them in and was more than confused.Continue reading “Winter Season”

Eggs? Oscar almost dropped his keys as his phone chimed in his pocket. It was Esther. “Hi.” “Well hello there.” He could hear the smile in her voice. “Sounds like I caught you at a bad time.” He chuckled, “it’s okay.” “What kind of plans do you have tonight?” “I was hoping dinner with youContinue reading “Winter Season”

Locked up Esther was comin’ over to help Oscar clean in the basement. He had bought a box of masks so the dust wouldn’t kill her. The plan was to bring stuff out of the basement into the garage, sort it into trash verses stuff they might could sell. His aunt and uncle had beenContinue reading “Winter Season”

Poem Oscar had left for work. Esther yawned and stretched herself to the bathroom. She noticed a notebook on the back of the commode. Oscar was leaving little things at her house. This notebook for example. Was this the proper way of easing into having someone live with you? A little at a time? OrContinue reading “Winter Season”

Pun intended Oscar was walkin’ out the door when his phone chimed. Esther had sent him a text. ‘Hi dear. I’ve made rice puddin’ for dessert. Do you have any cinnamon? I thought I did. Baked pork chops, peas and mashed potatoes for dinner.’ He called her, “hi.” “Hello sunshine. I have no idea ifContinue reading “Winter Season”

Are YOU okay? She wrapped him up with her arms and legs. “Ess?” “Yes.” “Are you okay?” He was the one that blacked out. Why did he ask her this question. “I don’t understand.” She finally squeezed out. “I read the book about menopause.” She held him a little tighter, “oh.” A light sigh escapedContinue reading “Winter Season”

Black out Oscar’s mind was filled with the soft hum of something running. He felt calm and secure. This space was cool. Restful. The immediate area around him was soft. Wiggling is toes alerted him that he didn’t have any socks on. His last memory of himself was that he was fully dressed. After rubbingContinue reading “Winter Season”

God told me so Oscar’s weekends were like gold. He needed them in order to decompress and regroup for the week ahead. He had just gotten up on Saturday morning, Esther and he had plans. There came that all too familiar pounding at his door. There stood his mother and his brother. “What do IContinue reading “Winter Season”