Wednesday, October 19, 2005

A Bird of a Different Feather

A Bird of a Different Feather


She pushed her bangs back from her eye. It was raining and she had to get the colored paper home in time to make  those flowers...She buttoned her coat tightly and pulled up the collar of her raincoat...


As she reached her house she rushed in to make the flowers. Soon there was a sound ...the door bell rang... She opened the door to find Jane struggling to stay dry.


"Hi!" she said. "I hope you can still use some help.."


"Oh..Oh sure!" "Come on in!" she said.


She made some coffee for Jane. They worked hard and after some time they took the flowers in little clay pots over to the club house for their gathering.


Later they would come back and have a nice holiday meal, thanks to their own hard work at decorating....


She sighed..it was good to have new friends in a town where she did not know everyone...


Whenthey entered the room a few hours later.. they were appauled... someone had removed the flowers. They had replaced them with cut daffodils in glass vases...


Anna could not believe the callousness of the act...


She was hurt.. she got out of her chair and walked towards the door.


She over heard one of the women saying :" No problem...."


"No..I don't believe she should have been allowed.. She's not from around here..No I know...."


Anna proudly picked up her purse as did Jane. They headed towards the door...


 


 


 

7 comments:

Anonymous said...

I wonder why they did that?

Anonymous said...

So sad....
be well,
Dawn

Anonymous said...

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Anonymous said...

Dear MaryAnne,
No it was not me.
love,natalie

Anonymous said...

Natalie...

This is very poingnat and touching. Powerful entry.

Always, Carly

Anonymous said...

Nat
It's amasing to me how we can be so cruel and thoughtless to others.  This is a touching and sad story.  My hope is that someone will read this and learn a little more about how their acts might affect another person.
Sam

Anonymous said...

Some people can be cruel and not even know it. I myself am guilty of that; I think we all are. Hearing from that perspective is very powerful.
Cristina