Magpie Tales # 12
The dirt was moist. Her pants had gotten the worst of it. Even though she'd put on her gloves. As she dug around the roots of her old yard, she looked up at the sky. It was an odd day. Windy but warm. Looked like it might rain at any moment. She started off with her sweatshirt but had taken it off. Now, she wondered where she'd placed it. On the hose reel it was. Up she went, leaning on her rake. Her older bones giving her trouble. Always yelling at her about her youthful adventures. As she got up, she wondered what time it was. Thought she ought to check on her dogs and see. Tried to shake out the bottom of her shoes but decided to take them off instead. There her girls were. Waiting at the door. Napping in the sort of sun. Next to the door was the clock. The time had gotten away from her. As she handed the girls a bone, she thought for a moment, "Where did I put it ?" And, looking into the eyes of her beloved dogs, she remembered. Leaning over, she opened the cabinet and felt around. She told the girls, "That was a close one". She walked over to the mantle and put the paper weight where he could see it. As she did, she heard the car. Opening the door to greet them, the little one said, "Grandma, do you still have my fish ?" "Of course I do." As her daughter lifted him up to look at it, she gave her dogs a pet.
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