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Sedona The Forest NymphSedona the Forest NymphSedona The Forest Nymph by DesertOtaku
By A.P. Runke
The wicker chair creaked as I leant back straightening my legs out onto the house’s big wrap around porch. My left hand automatically pulls out my old leather necklace, attached is a small cork bottle with some sand and a small leaf inside. My wife is humming in the kitchen and I can hear her merry tune through the screen door.
Running around playing fetch with old Rufus are my two grandsons, Robbie and Clay. Robbie is seven and Clay is five still toddling behind his older, faster brother, and my mangy old retriever.
As the sun starts to set, Rufus comes and lays panting at my feet. The two boys come and sit, their brunette locks bouncing like mine used to. I pull Clay up onto my lap and he plays with my old leather trinket.
“Grandpa,” says Robbie siting patiently by Rufus, “tell us the story of how you got your necklace.” I smile. I’ve told this story since their mother was in diapers.
“Alright. When I was