First Day of Spring
It’s spring time! The melodious sounds of singing birds and the enchanting, sweet scent of spring freshness wrapped around the hilltop where an old man and old woman lived in a little red-brick house for almost fifty years. Tiny, purple, cup-shaped crocuses popped their heads out of the plush wonderland of green grass, gathering and savoring the warm sun rays. Bright yellow daffodils lifted their trumpet-shaped petals toward the rolling white clouds in the celestial blue skies celebrating the beginning of new life.The beauty and vibrancy of the season cascaded through an open window. It looped around the rocking chair, where sat the old woman going back and forth, back and forth, thinking of days gone by.
A gentle breeze, like a soft baby’s breath, touched her bare neck, and a refreshing sensation swept through her. In the twinkling of an eye, she thought about the beautiful day and said out loud, “Wouldn’t it be wonderful to go on a road trip and follow the warm, springtime breeze and see where it takes me?”
Bubbly giggles, like a young schoolgirl, could be heard all through the small dwelling. The old woman walked as if a fluffy cloud had floated to the earth and carried her to the room where sat the old man reading a magazine.
“It’s a gorgeous day. Let’s get out of here and go for a ride!” she said, her voice beaming with excitement.
He slowly placed the magazine in his lap and shrugged his shoulders.
A knot popped up in her stomach. She was certain he had made up his mind not to go. After mumbling a threat to him under her breath, she grabbed her purse, shuffled out the front door, and got in the car.
As she reached for her seat belt, the old man walked to the car door and peered through the dirty glass window. “Get out of the car,” he said in a deep, loud voice.
“You’re not going to tell me what to do!” she yelled back.
The old man grinned and dangled her car keys in front of the window.
When she rolled down the window to get her keys, he gently placed them in her hand. “Let’s go in my old truck so we can sit close together,” he said softly.
As they drove down Kings Drive in the little red truck, their shoulders touching, the old man turned on the radio just in time for them to hear John Denver sing Country Roads.
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ABOUT THE AUTHOR:
I met Mimi Martin at a Blogger’s Workshop in Eureka Springs. A delightful and fun lady! She’s a story-teller and has written a book – set in Arkansas during the Civil War – for youth (and adults) called Song of the Eagle. She also writes short stories and, after reading the one above, I asked permission to share it as a Guest Voice. Learn more about Mimi and her stories at her website: www.mimimartinstories.com.
