I am thirty now. I live in New York with my husband Kenny and Elsa, our golden retriever. I still see my friend Elsa sometimes. She bought a farm in south Florida with a large field of wildflowers.
My parents are still happily married and living in Roanoke. As for me, I write children's books. After all, it's what I do best.
As for my old friends at the old folks home, they passed on. When I think of them I see Patricia in the park feeding the pigeons, her hat on crooked. And Mrs. Finkelstein? She's dancing with the fairies in the grove.
They say that all is well that ends well. What they don't say is that nothing truly ends. All things begin again. It was a long time ago for me, on the swing in the park. But sometimes I go there still, where the white beaches and the flying kites are waiting and the world at the horizon never ends.
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A Swing in the Park
FantasyIt was the summer of 1976 when my father left us. It was a particularly memorable summer and my mother suffered terribly. My father had left her for a younger woman and moved into her apartment which was above a flower shop where she worked. My mot...
