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    Joy in a Box
    Joy in a Box
    Joy in a Box
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    Joy in a Box

    By Sally Hanan

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    A collection of very short stories for adults, full of hope and possibilities.

    A blind girl has a gift; a father's heart breaks; a young boy in Africa might die; the step-children want her dead husband's money . . . Read these short snippets of fiction and be prepared to gasp, giggle, and groan. Sally Hanan's insight into the human heart brings depth and richness to her inspirational stories, many of them written in a poetic style of prose that flows and gurgles like a country creek.

    If you like short stories for women, this is for you. Each story is never longer than 750 words, so take it anywhere and steal a quick read you can finish within minutes. Suitable for teens and up, this collection is an eclectic mix of literary fiction, humor, inspirational true stories, and contemporary fiction. If you're looking for funny Christian books or inspirational Christian books as gifts, it's perfect.

     

    Full of delight, suspense, surprise, wisdom, love, regret, disgust, frustration, surrender, sadness and much more. 

    Texas author Sally Hanan is originally from Dublin. Perhaps that's why the soul-searching slices of life in her flash fiction collection 'Joy in a Box' might remind you of a miniaturized 'Dubliners.

    Creative mix of charming, poignant, inspirational and even convicting stories that touch the heart & soul. Love the biblically based stories - made them relevant & brought them to life in fascinating narratives.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherFire Drinkers Publishing
    Release dateMay 14, 2009
    ISBN9780991335022
    Joy in a Box
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    Sally Hanan

    Sally Hanan grew up in Ireland and became a nurse, but she left all the big family dinners, rain, and cups of tea when she and her husband won a green card lottery and moved to Texas. Her family now raised, she works as a book editor and occasional lay counselor and life coach. Sally lives near Austin, Texas, in a gorgeous 1930s home with her “hunk of burning love” husband and their spoiled-rotten doggie.She is a 2021 Readers' Favorite gold medal winner for her nonfiction and has won numerous awards for her fiction and poetry in smaller writing competitions.

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      Joy in a Box - Sally Hanan

      1.

      Joy in a Box

      Istepped inside as he was hanging the last painting. It was, somehow, a comforting place to be, in spite of the white walls and well-hung portraits. In a way, the austerity added to the warmth. I lingered by the first picture. It was of a little boy playing in the sand. His face captured my attention, making my eyes wait for longer than was comfortable. Looking straight at me was joy personified.

      I couldn’t move on, and the gallery owner shuffled and wheezed to my side.

      That’s Kurt. He rubbed a tired finger under his round nose. I like to remember them in their best moment. He was shot down in the summer of ’65; died in a lot of pain."

      I glared at the floor as I stepped away. I liked to make my own observations.

      The next one was a beauty! She sat sideways on a kitchen chair, hand on her growing belly, her smile causing her whole face to come alive. As I leaned in, I could see her smile directed toward a man, probably her husband.

      That was the last time she smiled like that. I lost her in childbirth.

      I shuddered. Here on the walls was no misery, only happiness. Why did he have to spoil my enjoyment?

      I frowned at him, moving fast across the room to another framed capture. This woman had dusty gray hair, with the wrinkles of time tucked into her contented face. There was such depth to her, such a sense of fullness....

      That’s Victoria.

      I could hear him inhaling, ready for the next sentence, but I turned to face him. I’m sorry, sir, but I came in here to look, not listen, and you’re making it very difficult for me to do that.

      His saddened eyes surveyed the floor. Finally, they moved back up to my face.

      "Lady? I’m Jack, and this is my family. These here people are all I’ve got left. Each one was in my heart and in my life; now they’re all in Someone else’s arms. I painted these here walls white to help remind me of where they went, but I painted their faces to remind me of who they were.

      "See Kurt here? I watched him die. Was holding his hand as he opened those eyes of his for a second, and then I saw him smile his last time. It reminded me of the time we was on the beach as kids, me ’n my brother. I wanted to remember that time, not the time he left me.

      "That old lady there? She’s my mom. Great lady that one. Never a cross word in the house with her around. She’d take my daddy aside and say, ‘Now John, them kids gotta stay kids. Time enough to change their ways when ’n if they get old enough to bother other people.’

      And this beauty? Well, she’s special. She loved me like no woman has ever loved a man. He sighed a deep sigh and gently touched the outline of her lips. As he did so, his smile began to return.

      Now I understood. I took his warm hand and placed it in my palm. He seemed puzzled, but smiled back anyhow. I wanted to explain to him what he had just done, but I couldn’t put it into words.

      I’ll be back; I promise.

      A month later, I took the tram back to the little gallery. Under my arm was a scrapbook—nothing much to look at from the outside, but deep within its pages were some mementos of my own. I practically ran to the door of the place. When I got there, all I found through the window was a collection of questionable plastic forms and a glittery red vulture at the door.

      Where’s the old man, Jack, the painter who was here last week?

      "Oh, darling, he died. Do come inside and have some cocktails. I’d love to show you my Venus."

      I pulled away from her talons and started to walk the other way.

      "Do come again, darling. We have a special on the Eros figurine. It was imported from Iiiiitaly."

      Within minutes, the tears were dripping off my chin and onto my scarf. On examination, I could see that my mascara obviously wasn’t as waterproof as the ads had claimed it to be. To my right were the steps to a townhouse, which I took as an invitation and sat down. The scrapbook pages I had longed to open to Jack now opened to me, each smile and grin and beam reaching out to embrace me. I started to smile with them; in fact, I even began to laugh.

      Jack had given me this gift. He didn’t need reminders of his joy anymore. He was living it. And because of him, I now had some joy of my own, all encased in a little unassuming scrapbook. One day, I would get to meet my mom and my dear sweet David again. Until then, I had their smiles, and they weren’t boxed up on the top shelf of my closet, along with my joy, anymore.

      2.

      A Gift... A Friend... A Foe

      She played with her fingers outside the courtroom. The lines on her palms were deeper these days. Blue veins thudded their contents across the back of her hand. A white smudge under the nail of her left index finger captured her scrutiny. A gift, a friend, a foe... Frank had taught her that old childhood rhyme back in third grade. He’d always been the superstitious one. What would he say now, now that her index nail was telling her that another enemy was on its way?

      The bench was hard... cold. Lawyers stood around in their pressed suits, fingers curled around briefcase handles. A man around the corner spoke of his wife’s adultery loud enough for all and sundry to hear. It was a nasty business—divorce. That was not why Ella sat there, though. Frank was dead. The kids wanted his money.

      Frank had been good to her. He had been good to his children too; his

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