Blue Dandelions #7

Blue Dandelions #7

Read Also: Blue Dandelions #6 It was 1909 in Sugarplum. Sally and John have been married for a few months now. Scars of war had healed, bruises had closed up, and new life had sprouted; as lots of babies had come into Sugarplum. The people were comfortable with life in the last year and so, the […]

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Blue Dandelions #6

Blue Dandelions #6

Read Also: Blue Dandelions #5 “Dearly beloved we are gathered on this day, to witness the solemnization of holy matrimony of our children Sally and John….” Those were the opening words of the head pastor of the only church in sugarplum, at the garden of lilies where Sally was to be wed. Dressed in her mother’s […]

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Blue Dandelions #5

Blue Dandelions #6

Read Also: Blue Dandelions #4 John stood over sally’s body, and Shame! Shame! Shame! Was the mantra his mind kept saying? “What have I done?” He blurted out absent-mindedly. He thought he had changed, he thought he had lost his violence and demons with the war. But they were here tonight. The fingers that had squeezed […]

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Blue Dandelions #4

Blue Dandelions #6

Read Also: Blue Dandelions #3 Water running, warm water running down the length of John’s body, did little to rid him of the shame he felt. His cheeks burned hotter than his loins did, at the memory of how the day had ended. Words said, deeds done, could neither be taken back nor undone. He remembered […]

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Blue Dandelions #3

Read Also: Blue Dandelions #2 It was Friday afternoon; the sun was scorching but the wind was right enough to cool your warm skin. Splash of colours. Acrobats, stretching and pulling stunts off. Loud live band music that people cared little for the lyrics. Gift in hand, face in cotton—cotton candy. Sally was reliving her favourite […]

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Blue Dandelions #2

READ ALSO: Blue Dandelions #1 Naomi, the head cook was having a hard time fixing chicken soup, spaghetti and chocolate cake from scratch as the pantry had run out; there were no prior plans for dinner. The mistress rarely ever had dinner. But today, she had wrung out an invitation out of the blues and the […]

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