11 Nurture Day for Holly @StoryADayMay #SampleSunday

Not everyone has children, and not everyone is blessed to have Mom with them, but everybody was either nurtured by someone or can choose to be a nurturer. So Happy Nurture Day to everybody!

Nurture Day for Holly

by Marian Allen

Nurture Day for HollyIt was Head Librarian Holly Jahangiri’s first Nurture Day as director and house mother of the Council City Living Library. Her predecessor had retired a scant two daybatches ago, taking with her all the “#1 Librarian” mugs the books had given her over the years.

So now, Holly stood gazing with some surprise at her desk which was festooned with bright paper streamers and inflated pratty bladders painted with “Happy Nurture Day!”; a package on the desk looked much too tall and lumpy to be a mug.

“SURPRISE!” Voices bombarded her from every side, as the living books jumped or sprang or, in a couple of cases, fell from their hiding places.

“Open it open it open it!” This was said, Holly wasn’t surprised to note, the abridged War And Peace; he was always in a hurry to get through things.

She undid the wrapping and still didn’t know what it was: Two spotty animals, with disproportionately long legs and necks stood side by side, their necks gracefully curved around to look over one another’s shoulders. One of them had a pink and white ribbon tied around its neck.

“It was African Adventure‘s idea,” said War and Peace. “And A Clockwork Orange carved it.”

“Yes,” said Holly. “I recognize his work.”

African Adventure said, proudly, “They’re lions. That’s a kind of African animal.”

“I added the ribbon, myself,” said Mrs. Dalloway. “That’s how you can tell them apart.”

“It’s lovely,” said Holly, touched, not for the first time, by the affection that grew between living books and their caretaker. “I’ll never forget this day. And, no matter how many books from how many planets I may read in my life, you lot will always have a special drawer in the file cabinet of my heart.”

Then they all had cake.

~ * ~

The real reason there’s a ribbon around the neck of one is that my #3 stepdaughter accidentally knocked the statue off its table and the neck broke off. Then she glued it back rather crookedly before I got home and, when I noticed the break, blamed it on her #2 son. Naturally, I discovered what had really happened, because I always do, whether I want to or not. I tied the ribbon on because I love her anyway. πŸ™‚

A WRITING PROMPT FOR YOU: Write about someone who helped you to grow.



I was born in Louisville, Kentucky, but now live in the woods in southern Indiana. Though I only write fiction, I love to read non-fiction. The more I learn about this world, the more fantastic I see it is.

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One thought on “11 Nurture Day for Holly @StoryADayMay #SampleSunday

  1. Holly Jahangiri

    May 11, 2014 at 8:51am

    πŸ™‚ This was an awesome thing to wake up to on Nurture Day, Marian – what a sweet gift! As Head Librarian and Caregiver on Llannonn, and Mother and Nurturer to two awesome human children, here on Earth (where my baby giraffe has, on occasion, given me cause to tie one on, myself πŸ˜‰ ) – I thank you.

    K, if you’re reading this, I’m just teasing – but you know she left an opening wide enough to drive a truck through. How could I resist? LOL

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  2. Jane

    May 11, 2014 at 11:42am

    Happy Nurture Day, indeed! How well you understand. Long ago (REALLY long ago), i worked for a woman named Marguerite Allen (no relation). She never had children, to her regret, but she had the strong conviction that each generation must rear the next. So she did. Ms. Marguerite, happy golfing, girl! And thanks.

    Happy Mothers Day, Marian! Good thing you believe in nurturing, too! πŸ˜‰

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      Marian Allen

      May 11, 2014 at 1:25pm

      Thanks for sharing the story and philosophy of Marguerite Allen, Jane. Women like her (and you) make the world go ’round. πŸ™‚

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