CREATIVE LIT Courtesy of PixaBay. Your place to find stories and poems I have written! Please check out my book, for sale on Amazon! In both paperback and e-book form, this compilation is a collection of prose and meditation I wrote over twenty years ago, and was recently resubmitted to AuthorHouse. You can find my book, “The Gift of a Rose: Witness to a Transformation,” here. My stories range in length from hint fiction to flash fiction, and occasionally I write stories several pages long. Poems can range in length as well, and can take the form of prose or rhyming poetry, depending on my mood and the thoughts that are running through my mind that day. I hope you enjoy my writing. I really enjoy expressing myself, and I pray it would be of some value to you. 🙂 *** APRIL 12, 2025 GREENER GRASS He climbed down from the white picket fence, landing with a thud in the green grass of the freshly mowed lawn. “You done yet?” “Yes, sir, I’m just about done here. I just need to gather up my tools and leave. We’ll see you again in two weeks.” His truck door slammed shut, and the engine revved. He rolled down his car window. “Just let us know if you need anything.” The truck took off down the road, making a U-turn in the T-intersection. He waved as he passed by us, heading south into the city. “He is a nice guy, isn’t he?” I walked over to the freshly trimmed tree, playing with its green branches. “Yeah, they just charge too much for not doing enough. That’s unacceptable.” He sighed. “But at least he does a good job.” I smiled, shaking my head, and slowly walked into the house. Passing through the kitchen, I landed at the edge of the living room, pausing before I stepped back outside again. “Have you noticed the grass in the backyard is greener than in the front?” Curious as a cat, he quickly paced through the room, walking past me. He leaned on the porch balcony, and adjusted his glasses on his nose. “My color perception changes on a whim, but I think it’s about the same. Sometimes your eyes can play tricks on you.” He smiled at me. I pondered his answer for a moment. “But my eyesight is pretty decent. Why do you think I see greener grass?” “Just because I need glasses to see better, doesn’t mean your eyes are better than mine.” He looked back at the lawn with disdain. “It’s just an illusion. You will discover one day I am right.” *** The next day, my visit to the optometrist ended with a stronger prescription. “Your eyes are no longer 20/20, ma’am. From now on, you’re going to need glasses.” My frustration was rising. “But why? I was just talking to my husband yesterday about this. Is there any way around this?” Thoughts of eating butter and carrots for their beta-carotene starting dancing through my mind. “Not really, ma’am. It’s just a fact of life at this point. Your focus needs improvement, and the clarity of color is slowly fading. It will only get worse, if you don’t do anything about it.” He wished me a good day, and walked out the door, leaving it open as he left. I‘ll never understand why people don’t close their office doors anymore. It’s so annoying. I sighed, grabbed my purse, and walked to my car. *** “How was your appointment, dear?” I closed the front door behind me, and took off my coat. “It was just as you suspected. You were right, and I was wrong.”