The Wisdom of Evil
“Spring in Maine was special simply because it was the shortest of the seasons.
A touch of snow still lingered on the ground where the first flowers of spring, the Crocus, pushed their way upward toward the sun.
For Glory, the best part of spring was when the lilacs bloomed. The most beautiful smell in the world emanated from these tiny flowers, sweeter smelling than any perfume created by man.
She picked plumb, heavily laden branches from her lilac shrub out back, spreading them in ...vases throughout the house each spring. Oh, how Joan had loved them as well. She filled a vase and brought them down to place on her grave.
As always, Glory took her dog, Haley. He’d sniff and chuff at the grave, lie down, and softly whine. That dog was always there for her. Faithful and loving unconditionally as only the canine species seemed genuinely capable of.
In the bright spring sunlight, she noticed that his snout was now completely gray.MoreLess
A touch of snow still lingered on the ground where the first flowers of spring, the Crocus, pushed their way upward toward the sun.
For Glory, the best part of spring was when the lilacs bloomed. The most beautiful smell in the world emanated from these tiny flowers, sweeter smelling than any perfume created by man.
She picked plumb, heavily laden branches from her lilac shrub out back, spreading them in ...vases throughout the house each spring. Oh, how Joan had loved them as well. She filled a vase and brought them down to place on her grave.
As always, Glory took her dog, Haley. He’d sniff and chuff at the grave, lie down, and softly whine. That dog was always there for her. Faithful and loving unconditionally as only the canine species seemed genuinely capable of.
In the bright spring sunlight, she noticed that his snout was now completely gray.MoreLess
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