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D. J. Reddall
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Feelings Never Die
It is Valentine's Day again, and it bought back memories that were over fifty years old. It bought me back to 1971, and I woke up and I knew my baby was due today. I was big and pregnant, and I felt like I was about to burst wide open. Imagine my surprise when the doctor told my I had a due date of February 14. I couldn't believe it, and since my baby was due today, I felt I could indulge myself a bit. I had gained a lot of weight, and chocolate was on the no-no list, but I had came to the end of this pregnancy, and I hoped it would be okay, after all I would deliver this baby today. So I walked across the street to the grocery story, and bought myself, a peppermint patty, covered in chocolate, my favorite. Me and my Valentine's baby would enjoy it together.
By Susan Payton5 days ago in Fiction
Comments (7)
What an era we're living in...I hope next season is better than this one. Cleverly framed commentary as always, D.J.!
Wel said! Pathetic, isn't it?
If only standards and practices, I hadn’t fallen asleep at their job (or been fired).
Sometimes it feels like the people we see in front of the cameras, are not the ones making the decisions for sure.
He is a showman. Like the charlatans at a travelling show, conning you with your gullibility. DD, D.J.
I expecially loved the last line! Pure brilliance!
I liked this a lot! well done!!