Creative Non-Fiction Short Stories. :) Travel, Oldsters, Love, and Compassion.
I’m in the mountains for a few weeks as an adventure. Though not an Outdoorsy person by nature, I do enjoy sitting on the porch to read. On my neighbor’s flagpole, the fasteners sing like a wind chime. The breeze catches Old Glory in the breeze and I delight in the peace.
After a particularly great line in the novel I’m reading, I glance to the grass in front of me. There in the yard is a mother with four little accompanying deer. I remember that a Doe is a deer, a female deer–so it’s inevitable that now I’ll have “The Sound of Music” stuck in my head. Nonetheless, it is a day to count one’s blessings.
I watch the deer nibble at the grass, quite close to this stranger reading a Hungarian novel on a wicker chair. While I observe them openly, they are more polite, stealing glances at me when drawing near, carrying on without yielding to my stare. It is their day at the park and I just happen to be enjoying it nearby.
–In the Mountains