Short Stories - Christine J. Seymour

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Betrayal
The singing of birds, the rusting of leaves as the birds flitted from branch to branch, bringing twigs and leaves to build their nest...

Old Dreams, New Hope
I knew this woman many years ago.  As a girl she was eager, ambitious, playful and enthusiastic. She was a young woman with a dream...

The Gift of Awareness
The sky is changing. With no clouds the radiant sunset is a glow of color, air brushed rather than stroked against the clear blue canvas...

Growing Up with Dad
The blue police uniform worn by the tall handsome man meant nothing to me. It was his smile, and the twinkle of his blue eyes...