Love Letters

By Heidi Ernst Scheg

The writer of this book writes short stories take us places that lie deep in her heart. Places she has visited or places she imagines her characters are experiencing. She writes so she can go on the journey with her characters and takes others, like you, with her. The story about Gregory P Holmbs is an homage to her beloved father. Most of her stories end in hope as she experienced a miracle in her darkest hour of her liife. Her poems are glimpses into many of her moods.

• Language: English
• Publisher: AuthorHouse
• Release date: Oct 14, 2020
• ISBN: 9781665503419

Heidi Ernst Scheg

Life was pretty normal for her. She obtained a degree in environmental biology at UCLA and then taught environmental education. But that wasn’t enough so she obtained a second degree in nursing so she could help others as her mother and father had. She got married and had a daughter but tragedy hit when she lost her second daughter and became inconsolable. But from that she wrote and dedicated her writing to her second daughter Alexis. And this book is some of what she wrote.

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Published by AuthorHouse  10/08/2020

ISBN: 978-1-6655-0342-6 (sc)

ISBN: 978-1-6655-0340-2 (hc)

ISBN: 978-1-6655-0341-9 (e)

Library of Congress Control Number: 2020919651

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Contents

Love Letters

Love letters and Sand Dabs

Love letters and Sand Dabs

Snow Love

The Deep Grey Crack

A line of ants

The piano

Curious about the box

Polishing the silver

Window 4

Whispers of the ocean

A fragile egg

Cat was alone.

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Precious Memory

Beneath the elm

Pity and disgust

Entwined

Wait for me

From orange to blue

Horizon

Arise

Her scowl

Moss

Upon the stair

The yellow rose

I bleed

My first bite

Breathless

Letting Go

I Wept

A Lovely Place

My sweet

My sailboat

Cheese

Unabashed

I wonder

You Know

Naturally

Untitled

My Wind

Free

Grace

The suns journey

Once upon a time

An apple

Love Letters

By Heidi Ernst Scheg

She set her luggage down on the pier where she had just disembarked from the ferry. The sun shone brightly in the crisp morning air. The seagulls wheeled and turned as they cried welcome in their cackling voices. The boats with the lobster traps had just pulled up on the other side of the pier. That’s what she would have for lunch-a fresh lobster roll sandwich with creamy coleslaw. She breathed deeply ready for a new start, ready for a new day.

A kid came by and offered to carry her luggage for five dollars. But her luggage held the most precious love letters from her long lost lover who had moved on to other enterprises just last year, leaving her pining for what they had. The beach smell of sand and crabs brought her back to the day they met. They met in a small beach town similar to the one she had just landed in- so she remembered with a smile. A smile that had not been there recently she realized with a pang of regret. So alone but not lonely she picked up her flowered suitcase and sauntered up the pier to the local restaurant- the Lobster Pot.

With a bell tinkling, she entered the restaurant soaking in the brisk aroma of a boiling hot pot of coffee. She chose a seat by the window so she could look out to the ocean and the bay. A lighthouse led the way for ships in the night, blinking its light every minute as it did its rounds every day, twenty four hours. She ordered her lobster roll and the cinnamon roll covered in icing she had seen in the case by the front door. There were only a few locals in the restaurant as the brunch crowd was sparse.