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Subject: Re: Mrs Haggerty�s store

Author:
Paul

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Date Posted: 19:55:19 01/23/08 Wed
In reply to: Paul 's message, "Mrs Haggerty�s store" on 21:35:21 01/21/08 Mon

Thanks Sash,

I enjoy the short stories, as you know I have written novel length too...as I recall I even bored...sorry entertained you with some readings! LOL

Love the visits of my Kiwi FF

Peace and love,

Paul

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Wilopent
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Date Posted: 09:33:31 01/24/08 Thu

Hi Paul,
Oh my . . . your story was so vivid and ended so poignantly. The beginning reminded me of when I myself was small and in charge of younger siblings, walking to the candy store down the block in Brooklyn, NY. I loved them dearly, but being responsible for little ones, a child myself, was sometimes a real burden. Once on a trip to the neighborhood park,I stood on a swing with my little sister seated beneath me as I pumped and she cried, "Higher! Higher!". I remember saying "Hold on tight, Patty", but somehow she let go while we were high in the air and fell to the leaf covered concrete below. I was screaming as I couldn't stop the swing fast enough and when I jumped off, she was blue and couldn't breathe. I was only 8 and terrified, shaking her and banging her back, thinking she was going to die right there in my arms. It seemed like everything was ending and the guilt flooded over me. When she finally caught her breath, with old leaves stuck to her bloodied hair and I thought it was
a miracle. Even though, I was severely punished, I was forever grateful that she didn't die.
To think of you as a child, experiencing such horror, breaks my heart. You told your story beautifully. Thank you so much for sharing the memories. I can tell you loved her well.
Hugs,
Wilo

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