white flowers

A Stranger

Jerry!” I called
loudly, a fist filled
with branches

a cell phone camera
in the other, awkward
under the mass of white

flowers trying for
a picture. But it
was a stranger who

turned around
walked back smiling
and held the branch still.

© 2017 Melinda J. Irvine

white flowers

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Melinda J. Irvine is a professional writer, small business owner, and daily blogger — helping real people like you find their voice and share their burning message with the world (and their employees). In her spare time, Mel is busy building (and writing) a free online learning centre for the marginalised kids of Estancia, Philippines.


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