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.

white flowers
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3 responses to “A Stranger”

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  2. tlryder Avatar

    Little Kindness enshrined! Very nice.

    1. Melinda J. Irvine Avatar

      thanks it was a lovely kindness xx