289. Early morning


Berwyn loved the early mornings.

Today was one of those magnificent early mornings. The sunlight shone through the leaves. The birds sang. The dew-ridden flowers twinkled in the garden. It was still cool, before the heat of the late spring day. The sound of traffic had not yet begun.

Berwyn missed it all. She was still in bed.

Dead as a doornail.

6 thoughts on “289. Early morning

    1. Bruce Goodman Post author

      I knew the Charles Dickens connection. When I googled it, it said it was “a stud in a doorway” – I thought “since when have I been standing in a doorway?”


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