Precious Memories,
Mercy. Says “Elsie are we in a special time, sitting here waiting for fire flies to come by? Upon this porch so still, I look at you my sister, it seems sometimes you’re not breathing still”. “I’m not sure Mercy, say’s Elsie, with her slim smile, a crooked endeavor left from her own style. She’s finishing a blanket crocheted from yarn, the silver needles clash, sometimes just missing the white skin on her arm. And just like a summer globe that shows a different biosphere, the two sisters sit, and watch the world unfold.
Precious Memories
The slope of the green hill glides by, the creek at the bottom, letting the Ozarks cry, and still they sit like stone, two sister’s immortal, statues, time seems to leave them alone. The graveyards down there, in the meadow, with weeds and snakes all around, “Mercy, says Elsie, do you think, that your Sam’s still in the ground”? “I know it was so long away, he was so full of spirit that night”. “You mean”, says Mercy. “Yes” her sister says the night he held that awful knife!
Precious Memories
The string beans snap in two, sitting on the porch the silver sterling bowl, sits like fine china between two. The clouds hang low in the sky, between two sisters there sits no lie. And time and fortune roll, like precious memories, the lines on their faces go. “Elsie”, says Mercy without looking around, “I know of no other I’d rather be around”. They look at each other, and there’s a giggling sound. And just like each evening for many a year. Summer, fall, and springtime, and even on a cold night when the winter is near. Elsie and Mercy sit and stare, looking down the hill, knowing what is real, from life that used to be. But those were the days, when a stranger wild and crazy could be hidden away,
Precious Memories
Elsie slowly stands and stares, down at the base of the hill a man stares, and as the evening shadows start to fall. Elsie, looks at Mercy and she says, “I think that old Sam is here to call again”. “May be my lovely sister we should finally bring this ghost to an end”. “For though his love was different, he was crazy within”.
Precious Memories
And so the screeching owl comes to call, all around the valley it summons spells of awe. And the two sisters known for playing special games, send Sam Lakeef, that murderous thief, that one who held a knife against Mercy one day. They bind him away. Oh the familiars of the forest come down from a tiny little sphere to unhallowed ground. And two sisters in a coven that live from day to day, They send him so far away. So very far away.
Say’s Mercy, to Elsie, “the evening air is so cool, it’s as if somebody left us, somebody that we knew, must have been somebody that we knew”.
For my great aunties the witches who taught me much. – דָּנִיֵּאל
Are they witches Daniel? How absolutely fascinating. Once again I was there, especially as you set the scene, right through to the conclusion. A story teller that holds me the reader.
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Thank you Jenny. Yes old time Ozark witches from deep in the hills of Arkansas. 🙂
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I must read up on them 🙂
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I will lead you there my wonderful friend. 😉
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Excellent ☺️
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Daniel, this is masterful. You are a wonderful story teller!
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Thank you very much Wang, I am so happy you liked it.
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You always deliver my friend!
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I loved this Daniel.
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Thank you Regina.
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And as always your welcome. 😉
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You had my attention from beginning to end. Please tell me this is a true tale? I so want it to be. 🙂
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It is aways true when we want it to be. 🙂 Thank you for commenting.
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Wonderful dilogue between the two sisters, you have crafted a wonderful scene. Well done!
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Thank you.
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Your writing set my heart and memories on fire. I had Aunts like this, in West Virginia. Same type of front porch. You have presnted them as they are in my best memories. Thank you.
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Hi Ryan, I would assume one and the same. Thank you for a wonderful comment.
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Your welcome, I enjoy everything you write!
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Brillant writing!
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Thank you so much Laura.
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Your characters are brillant Daniel. They speak so well to a forgotten past. You had me from word one! 😉
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Thank you Ruth Ann. This kind of comment makes my day. 🙂
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Your so welcome. I am curious on where you get your ideas for writing. So many post seem to be so real. Actual characters from your past.
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Most things I write about at least in a historical sense to contain characters that I have actually known, or am related to in some sense or the other. I try not to take to much artistic license, but I suppose in a sense my descriptions are actually the way I saw them. What a burden they must carry… 😉
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Artistic license or not, your stories are amazing, and I do so look forward to the next one.
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Daniel, a wonderful read from beginning to end. You’ve captured the spirit of the sisters and their talents so well. Lovely and magical. Please have a terrific Friday and weekend too, take care. ~ Mia
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Thank you Mia, I always look forward to your comments. You would have adored the sisters and they you.
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You’re welcome Daniel, and thank you for a lovely reply.
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Daniel, this is hand’s down my favorite. ❤
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I am so happy you have this as a favorite Ruby, and I’m not surprised.
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You shouldn’t ever be. This was wonderful. ❤ ❤ ❤
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You write so well. The characters here are wonderful. You should revisit them.
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I plan to Leslie. Thank you for commenting.
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Your writing is incredible. I found myself wishing for more!
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Than you I am happy you liked it. May be more on the sisters someday. 😉
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I do hope so, I find them to be refreshing! 🙂
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Seems like your great aunties snapped a mean bean! 😀 Very nice, Daniel!
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They did, they did, and I haven’t even told you about their siblings yet.
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