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Tiny Story: Heaven

In front of their old rundown family farmhouse

9-year old son (incredulously): This is your ‘heaven’?

Father (in a conspiratorial tone): Did you ever jump over a fence, climb a tree, bathe in the river, play in a cave or own a real tree house?

Son (grinning ear-to-ear): When are we moving in?



I am an Instructional Designer, avid reader, small-town woman and working mother with a fish-eye perspective. I have just published my first book, The Forest Bed and other short stories. If you like my stories on this blog, feel free to Like, Comment, Reblog and Share. You can reach me at or through my Facebook page

5 thoughts on “Tiny Story: Heaven

    1. Thank you! It came from my own desire to share the freedom I had with my daughter. I wasn’t really in a farm, so no swimming or climbing trees. But a carefree childhood without TV and mobile phones, collecting frog spawns, catching fireflies and dragonflies, playing hide and seek, climbing walls to steal roses. 😁

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      1. I am sure I can relate to it personally. I had created my entire doll house furniture out if toothpaste and soap boxes. Wrapped in discarded gift wrappers.

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