Love's Old StoryHer heart was made to care for those in their final days.She had a natural warmth and beauty that seemed to have been practiced during many lifetimes. Perhaps she had sinned once or lost someone close to her - either way, I appreciated those brief moments she would visit.First, I would hear those familiar footsteps enter on mahogany panelled floor. Then the needle is dropped on my old record salvaged from the home I left behind - the speakers blow away the dust and scratches, then
a brief pause, and a violin seeps in to my consciousness. A double bass plucks a rhythmic sound and begins to form the backdrop to many of my dreams.Love is the sweetest thing.The curtains are pulled closed on wooden rails.She walks over to my bedside and I hear her reassuring voice, a warm hand against my own. And Ive already forgotten what she said.Those subtle piano keys play as Als voice cuts like ice before the muted trumpets and clarinets lift my spirits beyond the chorus.
The ProposalBased on Rumpelstiltskin by the Brothers GrimmBankrupt?The office walls closed in on the businessman, the aroma of paper and plastic replaced with the now reminiscent smell of a mortuary.Im afraid so Mr. Talbot. confirmed the Bank Manager.Blood drained from his face while he clutched the single sheet of sweaty paper in his hands. If this was what death dealt in, he hadnt a penny to pay - instead his heart and soul was left to flounder then sink in a river of debt.To drown in limbo would be a blessing compared to this.Do you have any immediate family that may be able to help?No. I only have my daughter - shes
shes studying right now.Ah, yes. Business if I remember correctly?Thats right.Perhaps she may be able to help you more than you think?She certainly has her head screwed on. Knows where to place her eggs I might say. His thoughts began to trai