Warm Love

By Tom Brown

Wed, 20 Mar 2013
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To me I seem like a scared little boy bravely walking and trudging over ankle deep snow all alone through a quiet deserted frosty wood. In shivering cold courageously plodding and stumbling marching on all on his own. So very afraid but not crying, keeping on and on and forward, keeping heart. Knowing there is a home ahead, he had seen from far away a chimney and smoke and friendliness.

With a snug little coat fur hat hands deep in the pockets under the pine cover green slowly trodding on. In the chill and bleakness through the trees' branches from far he'd seen a home. He knew there is a log cabin ahead, a softly hissing happily crackling fireside. A place to belong. A cosy wooden cottage filled with comfort and care and wild flowers, fresh bread hot soup and warm love.

Certificate U
Story
Joyful Fountains
Love

Comments

Submitted by Tom Brown on
This was not as easy as it looks. My brother has many sketches such as this one published, this is my first attempt. His work is original and all are beautiful. His sets Autumn Leaves, and Fables, are my favourites. Of his short stories to me amongst others “a river of dreams” and “round” are quite exceptional. His user name is jacques07 I believe he was one of the very first writers on Abc, he joined around 2002. Cheers!
 

Submitted by hudsonmoon on
Not as easy as it looks is right, Tom. Has warm love written all over it. I enjoyed reading. Thanks. Rich

 

Submitted by Tom Brown on
Thanks Rich.
 

Submitted by Tom Brown on
By the way Rich, thank you for your encouragement and the criticism on my most recent story “The dirty puddle”: “Good childhood remembrance, Tom. I enjoyed it. You might want to do an edit, though, to clarify a couple of things. I know we oft times these things when we write. This sentence in particular: 'Tottering along the wet street shiny new with all around crisp and fresh I stumbled on a puddle, on the edge of the street.' I didn't quite know what was all around that was crisp and fresh. I felt I was missing something and that it hurt the flow of your story. I think you should have another crack at it. It's worth it. Look forward to reading more.” So I decided to rather withdraw the submission and to re-write it, I have more in mind and want to tell of my childhood in South-Africa in the 1960s. That little story was very much spur-of-the moment, for a start it was a magic puddle! Well then, much more! Appreciated! Tom Brown “The world will never starve for want of wonders, but only for want    of wonder.”   –G.K. Chesterton