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Old Dusty Desk

He drew the blinds open to peer out the picture window. There had been a thump outside. What could have made such a noise?

The glare was bright and stung his old eyes, beating him back a pace. A shaking hand slowly rose to block out the pain.

Watery eyes reacted, pupils contracted. A goldfinch bounced on a branch in the breeze.

Such an amazing little creature. It sang, happy and free. He listened.

A nagging ensued. It was the arthritis in shriveled knees. Stupid bird. What was he doing here? He shuffled away, back to the old dusty desk. Continue reading Old Dusty Desk