The Shop Window Beckons

By James Behrens

There is a store in Manhattan, on the city’s west side. It is a small place. I passed it not too long ago and noticed some writing on the window. I stopped and read the words: “Behind All This Some Great Happiness is Hiding.”

The words were done in what looked to be white paint, and below the words, behind the window, were hundreds of items offered for sale. There were colorful vases and books about nature. There were beads made from shiny stones and balloons of different colors. Old photos were in frames, propped up against porcelain dolls that looked as old as the photographs. It looked to be a store that sold collectibles and a real potpourri of odds and ends, and everything in between.…

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A Place That Was

By James Behrens

At night as I fall off to sleep, I sometimes think of what transpired in the day. Last night I thought of something my mom recently told me. She has trouble sleeping some nights. She cannot see well so she does not watch late night television, and the radio brings her no comfort. She lies in bed and thinks about things. She avoids as best she can those troubling thoughts that can loom large in the night. She told me that she thinks of good things, warm things that make her happy. She said she thinks of days many years ago when she went to the beach. She liked the beach, she told me. And thinking about it makes her feel good.…

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