A voice was coming from the closet, a quiet but intriguing sound. As I tenuously approached the slightly open door, I could see in the flickering light of a candle, my young daughter stroking a little mutt of a dog. “Do you want something to eat” she crooned and passed him a tidbit from a small plate on the floor. Her old tricycle was right beside her, the pretty handle decorations flashing little sparks of light, reflections of a moment when she had found a great treasure and all was perfect in her world.
by Marilyn Puff
Note from Janet: It’s hard to even remember which of the words were the random words that we concocted for you to write this piece. Cool. I love how I can feel that ‘closet moment’ through your words. Thank you for sharing this with all of us, Marilyn!