a 100 word story by Yordie Sands
copyright © 2013
I was no longer geisha Suzuki, I used my real name again. I had a home of my own because my patron wanted this for me.
The garden was named Yordie’s Zen Garden. And in this place I discovered something I loved about myself, I found I could express my sense of beauty through my work. Many visitors came from the hanamachi and each day I enjoyed welcoming them.
I never saw my benefactor again but one day the attorney returned. Sadly, my danna had become ill and passed away. He left me his final poem. And I was alone.
Being Yordie Sands 
I have been here, silently reading and enjoying your 100 word stories. There’s a certain traquility in them that enhances their beauty, with a blend between sorrow and happiness which is, in fact, a reflection of life. You are doing a great job. Looking forward to the upcoming stories. xoxo
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Hi Lizzie… I’m really finding these 100 word dealies to be fun to write. I guess mainly cuz they don’t days to prepare. A tip of the hat to you and Laurence for really capturing my imagination with your own works. xoxo
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