The Blue Dinosaur

By A. Foster

This is a holiday story about an accident at a store. In it several lives are touched. The goal, or moral, was that we all need each other. We need to step out and do something more then just get through the day.

Maxine is going to die. But in some way she had already died. Going to the mercantile Christmas Eve morning, was her last hope. She needed what was on the list badly.
Mr. Winters was just trying to make a living.
The store owner had no idea what was going to change his life, until it happened.
Tess, screamed and curdled milk.

God Bless your holidays. Make them special. Treat each other as if it is the last time you will ever see them again.
BooksbyAFoster
Ann Foster

• Language: English
• Publisher: A. Foster
• Release date: Sep 11, 2019
• ISBN: 9780463094709

A. Foster

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The Blue Dinosaur

The store was busy. Stores got that way in general at this time of year. Mark Winters was working at the front counter. Six foot even, 200 pounds, and agile like a gymnast. Sandy brown hair, like wheat still in the field, he also had gray eyes. Cloud gray, the forever kind of eyes, you know the ones I am writing about? I know you do. The ladies all liked to look but knew his heart was lost to his daughters, long ago. They were everything to him. That is what happens when you have to be both parents sometimes.

Mark was a power-man with a stapler during the holidays. He could return five things, check out ten people, and load a cart all at the same time. He also made minimum wage. Not so much as he was worth more or less than that, but it was a small store in a small town, and money did not grow on any of the park trees. Several people had looked often over the years. The only thing the park had growing with any regularity was a population of homeless people. People with lost hopes, no families, or even if they had them, maybe they did not want to go home for some undefined reason. Regardless, the park was no longer serving the community as it once had, for the last 116 years. That is how long the little town had existed.

Mark was a military man. He had served like his father and his father before him. Not twenty years, mind you, he had to get out early. His wife died in a car wreck four years back. He was left with four small kids at that time: four beautiful girls, ages, 2,4,5 and 7, the last one going on 20. Joy was her name. She always tried to help out and take care of things while Dad had to work. It was a lot for a 7-year-old. The lady next door in the small pink house with white roses was the real babysitter. But you did not dare tell Mark's daughter that to her face. You would get an ear full, of how things were okay. Joy was nearly eleven now. Things were still okay more or less.

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