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MargaretP

 

 

Drabbles

2013 Drabbles

2014 Drabbles

2015 Drabbles

2016 Drabbles

 

2013 Drabbles

 

Face of a Father

More than an hour past since the screaming had been too much for Johnny and he had run from the room.

At least half an hour since the last recrimination had permeated the thick walls of the hacienda to the great room where the other three men waited in silence, staring into the fire, lost in their own thoughts.

Movement caught Scott's eye. As he rose to his feet the others followed, all staring towards the door way.

Johnny stepped from the shadow, wet faced, with a look of stunned awe.

“I'd like you all to meet John Murdoch Lancer.” 

 

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Pass the Parcel

Pass the parcel, Hide and Seek,

Pin the Tail on the Donkey — don't you peek.

Laughing children — some unknown.

Lots of adults — hear them drone.

Lots of presents — lots of fun?

Maybe not for the little one.

His grandfather's happy, but he looks sad.

I'm his nanny. What he needs is his dad.

I saw a tall man. He looked like Scott,

But he's left the party so maybe not.

Where is his father? Does he care?

I pray one day Scott's life he'll share.

Until then I'll mind him and when I'm done

My dearest hope: father finds son.

 

 

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More Than Anything God Ever Created

“We promise to look after Lancer together, sir.”

“Good bye, old man.”

The two brothers turned in unison and walked down the grassy knoll towards their waiting families, a view over the ranch stretching out before them.

“The sadness is wearin' off for the young'uns. “

“As it should be, brother. As it should be.”

“Yep—the old man, didn't mind a little noise and mayhem. I'm glad we managed those grandkids he wanted.”

“He loved this ground, but without doubt God persuaded him to change his mind. Created something he loved even more—with a little help from us.”

November 2013

 

 

2014 Drabbles

Halloween

H arlan Garrett lit the candle inside the hollowed-out pumpkin,

A loud knock came at the door.

L aughter greeted him as he opened it to small ghosts and witches escorted by their nannies.

L ittle fingers grabbed at the sweet treats he offered;

O ne of many pleasures Scotty would not have if he lived with his father.

W hy, Harlan was sure they didn't celebrate Halloween in California.

E ven if they did, he was still right to keep Murdoch Lancer from his son.

E very nerve of his being told him so.

N othing scared Harlan more than the idea of losing his grandson.

 

 

 

2015 Drabbles

Good Listener

“You think I'm not right in the head—all that effort for a watch. But it meant more than he said.

Shoot, if it didn't mean somethin' to him then, it does now—to me.

Too bad about the stallion. You don't think so? He was a beautiful horse. You're just jealous.

But I chose the watch. You should be happy.

Think I'm crazy, don't you? Maybe you're right. Not refusin' to go back though, are you? Not sad to go home.

Normal living. Not what we're used to, but we can learn.

You're a good listener, Barranca.”

 

 

2016 Drabbles

For The First Time

We went there together.

Scott signed first.

Then Murdoch.

But when it was my turn the old man remembered.

“That last name should read John Madrid, not Lancer”.

He didn't like the words—I could tell.

He said them thinking it was what I wanted.

The lawyer went to make the change.

It wouldn't take but a minute.

And it didn't, because I stopped him.

Shoot, I didn't like Murdoch's words either.

So I said, “No—let it stand.”

And for the first time I signed my real name.

And for the first time I saw my father's real smile.

 

 

 

 

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