Monica Heffner

Monica Heffner

Monica writes both fiction and non-fiction. She is a monthly contributor for The Homeschool Village, and her work has been published at The Adoption Magazine. She has not attempted to publish any short stories or fiction at this time, though her dramas and skits have been performed by various groups. Writing is what she does when she is not hanging out with her husband of 16 years, homeschooling their four children, or on a crazy adventure serving the Lord. You can find her blogging at, and follow her on Twitter.


Round 12 Winner


The old wood floor was cold under my feet as I slowly left the comforts of my warm bed. I could hear mother downstairs, and what sounded like the door opening. Her early wanderings told me it was a difficult night.

She had lived eighty-three sane years, but the last three had not met those expectations. Nothing brought her to the present anymore. She yearned for her farm days and friends at her little church.

Five years ago, before the church had been destroyed, she had insisted on buying every chair that had been in her beloved church and held the memories of her long ago friends. Those memories seemed to be all that she had left.

I walked to the window to have a glimpse of the day, but as I pulled the curtains back, I was not prepared for the sight before me. Mother had placed every chair from the church into the yard and was slowly wondering from chair to chair perusing each chair and then smiling in fond memory as if each chair held a long lost friend. I knew this was the reunion she had longed for, even if not real in my world.

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