The Fifth of Spring

The Fifth of Spring: No this is not about a fifth of distilled spirits like Bourbon, you might buy to celebrate the first day of spring. Nor is it about a particular holiday in the beginning of May that many people celebrate by drinking margaritas while munching on tortilla chips. It just happens to be a story about someone named Spring Hardie. The fifth? Well that just happens to be a particular day in May that changed everything for her.

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Everything? Well maybe not everything but it sure turned out to be a life changing experience. Some might call it an event that was pre-ordained, others might say it was her destiny, and even others might say it was a total fabrication.

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Spring Hardy was in her early 50’s, about two months after she celebrated her 52nd birthday; then came the month of May. She was a single woman who had experienced many proposals of marriage. But to her none of those beaus seem to be the right fit for her. Partially, because she had a disability of sorts that was treated in the ensuing months after she was born. But it did leave her with a slight limp, which at times made it look like she was walking awkwardly. Unfortunately some people thought she was tipsy from too much drinking. But that was never the case because she was not one to overindulge.

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With no steady man in her life, she took up the hobby of painting. Which occupied a good part of her time when she wasn't working as a mortgage broker at a bank in the town where she lived. Her salary was good, and there were bonuses from time to time. She lived comfortably in a duplex on a street named Mockingbird Lane. Spring hated the name of that street. When she would pull into her driveway after a day's work and get out of her Toyota Camry, which was several years old and needed some repairs. She always felt the…

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