the broken Christmas pitcher page 2 by ric gustafson
Myron woke up and his eyes darted around the large room. The scrapes and bruises that he had felt had been worked on while he slept. In this bedroom, he saw three large bay windows and a fire that crackled in a corner fireplace. He closed his eyes in peace because of the peaceful surroundings of the room. After a while, he heard the bedroom open and then close.
" Myron, how do your feel?".
He tried to raise his head but couldn't. " I'm sore all over".
" Yes, those young men beat you up pretty good".
" Where am I?".
" My spare bedroom". He walked over and opened the white blinds to reveal bright sunshine. " How do you like my clay pitchers?".
Myron raised his head a little and noticed wooden shelves filled with clay pitchers and pots. " They are very nice".
The young man smiled. " After you have recovered from your wounds and feel better, would you like to see my studio?".
" Sure".
research help: original story and ' Mended' by Angie Smith
Peace and God's blessings. Love Ric
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