Autumn at the dock - Eriann T. Collins (electronic reader .txt) 📗

     Opal awoke drowsy and sleepyheaded. The evening sun filtered itself throughout the living room. Surprised that so many hours had gone to sleep she sat up rubbing her eyes.

     Lovely lay sleeping on the oval multicolored rug placed on the finished wooden floor. Opal took in her surroundings. She sat on the blue and white plaid country couch the matching chair sat caddy corner from her. Two wooden end tables her dad had made with his carpentry skills sat at each end of the couch. Old glass lamps sat on white lacey dolies. A stone fireplace was indeed the center of attention. Her dad had in fact took pride in that fireplace. He had took special care to have the fireplace cleaned yearly. A bedroom and bathroom led down the left hallway, and the country eat in kitchen led to the right of the living room. Blue and white lacey panels hung low from the front door. Everything was just as she had left it the last time she was here. She had come once in less than a year since her father's passing. There was no need for cleaning her dad had kept it tidy. The only thiing she had down when he passed was cleaned the few things out of the refrigerator, and had took his clothes to an organization who donated to those in need. She had saved his flannels, and a warm jacket he had always worn.

Publication Date: 09-18-2015

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