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She: Stories of a Woman
She: Stories of a Woman
She: Stories of a Woman
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She: Stories of a Woman

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One woman's life. That's all it is. That's all it is in short and pristine glimpses. This short story collection by M.R.HYDE has been called compelling, brilliant and refreshing. Experience one life from this singular American writer.

LanguageEnglish
PublisherM.R. Hyde
Release dateSep 25, 2010
ISBN9781452358932
She: Stories of a Woman
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M.R. Hyde

M.R. Hyde celebrates and explores the known and spiritual world by writing for Christian religious purposes and by penning fiction for the sheer joy of words. She is also an active artist.View the online gallery now at https://www.redbubble.com/people/mrHydeArt/shop.

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    She - M.R. Hyde

    SHE: Stories of a Woman

    Published by M.R.HYDE at Smashwords

    Copyright 2010 M.R.HYDE

    Edited by Cara Iverson

    Cover Photo by M.R.HYDE

    http://hydewords.blogspot.com/

    Smashwords Edition, License Notes

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    Table of Contents

    Chapter 1: Grass

    Chapter 2: Dog

    Chapter 3: Color

    Chapter 4: People

    Chapter 5: Red Hair

    Chapter 6: Sunshine

    Chapter 7: Hope

    Chapter 8: Writing

    Chapter 9: Edge of the Universe

    Chapter 10: Chiron

    Chapter 11: Courage

    Chapter 12: Age

    Chapter 13: Pepper

    Chapter 14: Left Arm

    Chapter 15: Ending

    Chapter 1: Grass

    She loved grass. And she had forgotten how much until her toes touched the verdant tendrils.

    Her nerves picked up the cool and raced it to her brain. They hadn’t forgotten what a treat it was. And they were happy to remind her—with lightning speed.

    She remembered before the age of reason how much she had loved the grass, how much she trusted it. It had never hurt her, and she could never really hurt it. It always seemed to bounce back. And if it got too trampled, a bit of water would bring back its buoyancy. Water always helped.

    She remembered the joy of releasing her feet from the cumbersome leather and plastic and feeling her toes embraced by the grass. The neighborhood children flew across the lawns, unhindered except by the jaded elders screeching warnings from windows and sidewalks.

    There were things in the grass at times, but the grass did not put them there. Rusty nails, thumbtacks, broken glass—these things were not part of the grass. Someone put them there at night like the weeds in the fields of Jesus. It was not in the nature of grass to produce such things—not in its nature at all! That’s why she loved it.

    And it’s why she hated asphalt. She understood now, in part, the need for asphalt, but it was so very ugly, hot, and dark. One couldn’t water asphalt and make it better. In fact, water was its enemy. Ha! Water always beats rock—always. And the water could run over the asphalt, down its sides, and into the grass. Water always wins. Maybe that’s why God put a boundary on it.

    She remembered the time the bee had stung her toe. The bee was not the grass. She understood, even then, why it hurt. She would have bitten back if she had been stomped on too. It wasn’t the bee’s fault, and it wasn’t the fault of the grass. It wasn’t even her fault. It was a

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