
Jeremiah took the package and walked a little distance to the river’s edge, hopped from rock to rock and settled down where the rushing water could rumble around him.
Warm sun forced the long tan coat he wore off, so he folded it neatly and laid it beside him, clear of the water insuring it would be dry for the night’s cold. It was a good coat, showing a few holes from years of wear, but it would be good for years yet.
Settled, he looked to the sky, mumbled a few words of thanks, and unwrapped the turkey sandwich.
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I feel this sandwich was a gift, as are all his belongings. Lovely, Russell.
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Thanks Dale! And thanks for the great pic too!
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So very welcome!
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He sounds thankful for the small things in life. Nicely done.
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I like to think he is. Thanks for reading Sandra!
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Jeremiah is very appealing and vivid too. I could see him and his coat. I bet he has an intriguing back story.
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Thanks Jilly! Maybe we can dig into his past in the future!
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Vividly told. You’ve managed to convey a great deal in so few words. Lovely writing.
Susan A Eames at
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Thanks so much Susan!
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What a delightful story. I would love a quiet spot to enjoy my turkey sandwich. Nicely done.
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I know what you mean. I nice quiet spot and a turkey sandwich sound great! Thanks for stopping by Jo!
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There’s a man who knows the value of things, great job.
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Thanks Michael!
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Great setup for something astonishing, and I guess it was. A turkey sandwich is usually worthy of a prayer of thanksgiving 🙂
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Thanks! I do like me some turkey sandwich!
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