Short Stories
MY ROOM
"Mommy, Mommy, where is my room?" asked Suzy as they entered thier new home. "Upstairs" replied Mommy.
Suzy stood at the bottom of the huge staircase looking up. 'How many steps are there' wondered Suzy. She gripped the wooden railing with her small hand and began to count. "One-two-three-four" she said as she slowly climbed the stairs. "Five-six-seven-eight-nine" she paused as she stopped upon the step and looked up. "Ten-eleven-twelve" Suzy finished as she reached the last step.
Looking to the left she saw one door. When Suzy looked to her right, down the hall, she saw three doors. Suzy opened the door on her left first. She stood in a huge room full of boxes. In the far corner, of the room, was a big bed like Mommy and Daddy's. "This isn't my room" said Suzy aloud. She turned and walked down the hall.
Suzy opened the first door she came upon. Looking in the room she saw a sink, a tub, and a potty. "This isn't my room" said Suzy again. 'This is the bathroom' she thought as she turned and walked across the hall.
Before she opened the door, to the room in front of her, Suzy heard footsteps on the stairs. She turned and saw her sister Mary. Mary yelled to her "Stay out of my room!" Suzy stared at Mary and turned to the door once again. Mary came over to Suzy and stood between her and the door. "Can't you hear? This is my room. Stay out!" Mary declared. "Your room is down there" said Mary, in a quieter tone, as she pointed to the last door down the hall.
Suzy stood in front of the door at the end of the hall. "This is my room" Suzy said in a low voice. Slowly she turned the knob, pushed the door open, and walked in.
"You found it" said a voice. Suzy turned and saw Mommy in the doorway.
"My room is small like me!" exclaimed Suzy. "Look this is my own radio on my dresser. Here is my toybox. There is my bed with my Big Bird sheets and blankie. On top of my bed is Mops my brown teddy. It's fun to have my very own room!" Suzy said excitedly
Mommy smiled down at Suzy . Suzy smiled back. Suzy listened to the click-click of Mommy's heels as she walked down the hall. "This is my room" Suzy proudly said aloud.
A Rose Is A Rose
Whether it be just one rose or a dozen roses. Receiving a rose still says the same thing to the recipient. It still tells the person how you feel. How special he/she is and that you wanted him/her to know it. Whether it be one single long-stemmed red rose from the one you love. Or a hand-picked rose of any color from one of your own children. It's the special meaning that the rose carries, the feelings that are conveyed by the giver. Never discount a rose for being just single for it can speak depths within it's silky petals. It's fragrance can take you away on a scented journey of heady heights. Your heart will still swell with joy, your pulse will still race and your face will still flush. You will still ride the roller coaster of emotions that one gets when receiving the gift of the flower known as the rose. A rose is a rose.
With just one rose you can press it between a book and keep it forever as a special reminder of the giver's love/feelings. I prefer just one rose for this very reason. Then I can often go back, open the book and remember the moment that I received the rose. The memory is vivid, bringing a smile to my face. I also enjoy feeling the rush of emotions come over me once more as they did when I first received that rose. Receiving a single rose for Valentine's day if far better than any candy. A rose and a kiss from your love, stays with one forever. Especially if you press the rose for eternity, so you can revisit the memory.
Valentine's Day is the day for receiving roses more than any other day of the year. However, don't forget Mother's day when your children run outside and pick a rose from your rosebush and put it into a vase. Then they put that vase on the tray with your breakfast, which they bring you in bed. They too express an inexplicable love in this way. This is their way of learning how to express their love to others through the giving of roses in the future on possibly Valentine's day.
Women can also give men roses in society today. Most of us will only do so for Valentine's day. However, I find on occasion I need to send, my love, flowers or a rose to say "I'm sorry" when I've really messed up big time. A single rose in a vase with a little teddy bear seems to work wonders.
Roses come in a variety of colors so you can send them to people other than those you love. I'll send a blue one to men who are friends or if I am in trouble for messing up big time. Yellow roses are great for friendship or even Mother's day. I find that my Mother loved yellow roses as it brightened up her home making it more cheerful and sunny to her. You can give a yellow or pink rose to your Mother on Valentine's day to make her feel special. Why not? You love her too.
Single red or white roses are generally worn in men's lapels on their wedding day. The rose is very symbolic of love and union and it only takes one to unite two people. Women will generally carry a wedding bouquet of entire roses or other flowers with a few roses gathered within. My wedding bouquet consisted of purple carnations and three off white roses, one rose for every year we were a couple before we wed.
A dozen roses is sometimes special for rare occasions. Yet, one rose says "you are my one and only" just as I have given you just one and only one rose. What better sentiment to convey to your sweetheart or lifetime companion?
written Feb. 2008
Not Now,Not Now
"Why? Why do I have to wait? You always eat your treats and snacks anytime you want. But, you make me wait until a certain time every night. I try and try to get you to give in to me early but all I hear is not now. Not now."
'I am a good dog I don't make messes while you are gone all day. I watch the house. Actually she and I both watch the house. I guess I should include Sammi the Schnauzer even though she is older and bigger. I Jaws am the male and the Chihuahua of this house and I feel I am in charge. I can yap and scare off anyone who comes near. All Sammi does is bark for attention to be petted by people. She does not have the right idea of how this job works. I do and you tell me to wait for my dues.'
"Sigh". 'I will just lie here with my big brown eyes and look up at you each time you move and maybe you will get the idea. You're getting up. Nows the time to make my move.'
"It's not time yet Jaws. Another thirty minutes, okay."
"Oh please, please you are going into the kitchen. See I'm wagging my tail and going in circles to show my appreciation?"
'Where's that Schnauzer when you need her, she's always lazy. I always have to do the begging and then she reaps the benefits'.
"Just give it to them now. Your in the kitchen already anyways."
"Okay, come on Jaws, Sammi-Treats!"
'Where did she come from? That lard butt beat me again!'
"Now Jaws wait, ladies first. Now here's yours, good boy."
"Aw finally my milk bone! Yes. Yes, yes! Chomp."
written 2007