the phone now, and trent answers.

his voice wobbles like the spinning top we bought in mexico.

and i hug our boys on the bedroom floor.

he hangs up the phone, face ashen; holds us with his eyes. “one of my students lost his dad tonight. a farming accident, tore off both of his arms and i guess the blood–”

and his eyes shift and there’s nothing more to be said, just a gasping …

(for more, please visit me here at A Deeper Story, friends… but first, won’t you link up below?)

**wishing you the happiest of thanksgiving’s, my american friends, and uttering deep gratitude for all of you, for the comments you left me on sunday’s post; you are so very good to me…**

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3. read at least one other person’s linked-up prose, and give ’em praise!

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(‘monarch’ painting by emily wierenga; prints available here)