Violet James visited her children every spring.
This year she returned in the form of a cardinal. She landed on a high branch overlooking the backyard. All three children laughed as they played soccer. Her husband glanced up at her and smiled.
She took him in, chirped, and flew home.
Thanks so much for reading “The Cardinal” — I hope you enjoyed it. And thanks a bunch to Kim Smyth for the suggestion of writing a fifty-word story about spring.
I press onward toward my obscure goal of writing fifty “fifties” (as Jimmy Doom once called them). Sometimes I forget how challenging it is to write a story in fifty words. Let me know if you think I got it right — or somewhere close.
Take care! Have a great weekend.
Must be a Detroit thing. We call jumbo beers " Forties." A few of those can tend to fly back and revisit you.
Each word is a skilled brush stroke painting a complete picture in my mind. Beautiful piece!