Random Acts

Where do I go from here? she said. She closed her eyes and took a drag off of the cigarette she held in her left hand while holding a bouquet of wild flowers in her right. She flicked the cigarette out of the window so she could wrap the wild flowers in a blue hankerchief She would lay those on her Grandmother's grave today,she thought. As she drove away,the forest began to burn. She hardly noticed the fire trucks on her way back home. Two firemenstood over the charred bodies of a doe and her fawn but all she thought about was the poem she had left on her Grandmother's grave The poem which at that moment was in the hands of a young father whose only son lay buried beside her Grandmother and somehow the simple beauty of her poem would give him the courage to go on.