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Hello and Welcome to the Storytime Blog Hop! You're probably expecting a story titled "Oh Baby!" I changed my mind and decided to share this story, "Hello Again."
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January Storytime Blog Hop
Hello Again by J.Q. Rose
the enclosure card from the vase filled with exotic greens and stunning white roses. Her eyes narrowed as she studied the
signature, “With love, T.B.” Replacing
the card in the holder, she turned to her daughter, Rebecca. “Do you know who
T.B. is? I can’t think of anyone who would sign a card with those initials.”
Her beautiful Rebecca,
dressed in a stylish black suit and white silk blouse, slipped her arm around
her mother’s waist.
“I don’t recognize
the initials either.” Rebecca’s brown shoulder-length hair flowed around her
face when she shook her head. “Come on,
Mom, they’re waiting for us in the family room.
The service will begin soon.”
from the display of floral tributes and smoothed her simple black dress that
snugged her trim figure. She was thankful her daughter and son were by her
in her eyes. How could she have any more
tears left? She had cried for days. .
How was she going to say good-bye forever to her husband of thirty-five years? Her best friend. Her lover. Her life.
She dabbed her nose and wiped her eyes with a
tissue. Taking a deep breath to strengthen her for the difficult day ahead, she
squared her shoulders vowing to make it through this service, the cemetery, and
Sitting at her
kitchen table a few days later, Valerie stared at the enclosure card enclosed with
the white roses. She couldn’t find a
clue to the identity of T.B. This was
the only acknowledgement card left to be written, but she had no idea where to
send it. No one in her family could help
her. The local floral shops had no record of the flower delivery. Mr. Mc Grady, the funeral director, told her
he had found the vase sitting on the table in the entryway. He had seen a man leaving
the building, but Mr. McGrady only caught a glimpse of his back.
explain why, but she felt close to the sender. She couldn’t stop thinking of
the beautiful roses and the card simply signed T.B. There was something very special about the
sentiment, she knew. But what was it?
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eventually emerged after the dark days of winter and death. Valerie had endured. Seeing the snow melt, the daffodils bloom,
and the earth green up helped to lighten her heart.
afternoon Valerie felt the warm sun’s rays on her back as she dug into the soil
to plant pansies in the flower bed by the front door of her house. A large white limousine pulled up to her
neighbor’s home and out jumped a teen-age boy in his fashionable tuxedo. Behind him two young couples piled out.
The boys seemed
so young with their fresh haircuts and fine looking tuxes and the girls dressed
in elegant evening gowns of red, black, and deep purple. Their long, thick
tresses were cleverly styled in up-do’s for that traditional evening event in
high school, the prom.
nervous laughter and banter echoed through the neighborhood. Residents gathered to watch as the young
people posed for photos with the neighbor’s daughter under the flowering crab
apple tree in the front yard. Soon the
three couples entered the limo again and were off to make memories.
to planting her flowers remembering her high school proms, dresses, and
friends. She smiled as she tamped the soil down around the colorful flowers. Suddenly
she threw down her trowel, ripped off her gardening gloves, and raced up the
front steps to her house. When she
entered the family room, she didn’t stop to wash her hands or remove the floppy
straw hat on her head. Instead, she grabbed
the phone book and turned the pages to a number that she deftly punched into
Valerie.” A man’s voice greeted
her. Her eyes sparkled as a smile spread
from cheek to cheek. It was the same voice she remembered from forty years ago
when they had attended her senior prom together.
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