| General Fiction posted September 7, 2020 |
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a 100-word story
Now Is the Winter
by Bill Schott
It was the winter morning of his discontent. Four siblings were gone, in the space of a year.
His older brothers had passed in succession: lung cancer, blood clots, leukemia. Now, his sister had died, alone at home, of natural causes.
He was the youngest of five; the sole survivor of his family's generation.
Then, his electronic tablet vibrated, and a cheery melody, associated with Sesame Street, played. Answering with a press of a button, he saw a darling cherub, smiling with delight, beaming into his breakfast nook.
"Hi, Gwampa!" chirped the bright face, making glorious summer by this sun.
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Now is the winter of our discontent
Made glorious summer by this sun of York;
And all the clouds that lour'd upon our house
In the deep bosom of the ocean buried.
Now are our brows bound with victorious wreaths;
Richard III William Shakespeare
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and 2 member cents. Made glorious summer by this sun of York;
And all the clouds that lour'd upon our house
In the deep bosom of the ocean buried.
Now are our brows bound with victorious wreaths;
Richard III William Shakespeare
Image from Google dreamtime.com
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