Short Story

Falling Snowflakes – Mark Tulin – The Cabinet of Heed

The old woman loved the falling snowflakes. They were big and sparkly and kept fluttering around her, distracting her from the police who came into her home while she was laying on the floor. She had no idea how the officers got into the apartment, and why she couldn’t get up. She must have slipped…
— Read on cabinetofheed.com/2019/04/01/falling-snowflakes-mark-tulin/

Freelance writer, poet, yogi and photographer from Santa Barbara, California. I write and take pictures about a variety of topics, from my early childhood in Philadelphia, to my years as a family therapist, and finally to my soul-searching years in California. The things that move me may have a humorous or serious content or both. Either way, I hope my poetry, pictures and stories resonate with you.

8 comments on “Falling Snowflakes – Mark Tulin – The Cabinet of Heed

  1. Very poignant Mark. My heart hurts for all the Mrs Dowlands. 💗

  2. A touching story, Mark ❤

  3. I love, love how you wrote this.

  4. Very sweet. Reminds me of Grandpa’s musings when I visit him. He thinks Grandma is coming back from an outing or is out on the town, having fun. It’s merciful that way. Thanks so much for sharing this story.

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