Easter Blog Image

Easter Treats & Tales

“The day misspent, the love misplaced,

 has inside it the seed of redemption.

Nothing is exempt from resurrection.” ~ Kay Ryan

Moxie was again jolted by the ringing of her phone early the next morning. She felt as if she’d died and gone to heaven she had slept so soundly. The piercing in her ears came so unexpectedly.

She rolled over and grabbed her cellphone from the small end table at the side of the futon. Before Moxie could even say hello, a voice said ever so cheerfully,  “Moxie! Happy Easter!” It was Miss Eunice her landlord.

“Oh, Hi!” Moxie said quickly, as if she’d been awake for hours. She was happy Miss Eunices’s voice was more chipper than when she called so urgently the previous morning.

“Moxie, can you come over?”

“Now? What time is it?”

“Why it’s nearly the middle of the day! It’s almost 8:30!”

“Miss Eunice! What time did you get up this morning?”

I woke before dusk, got dressed and took my Toby on a walk up the mountain. We went as high up as I could manage. We climbed the hill behind my house.”

“At that hour of the morning? What for?”

“I wanted to see the Easter Sunrise.”

“I need to take a shower before I come over. Is that alright?”

“Yes, but hurry. I’ve got an Easter treat for you and I don’t want it to disappear. You know Toby and his chocolate.”

“Yeah. I know!” Moxie didn’t have the heart to get into it with the woman. Yesterday when Moxie left her side, the only thing the woman could say for herself is “Misery Loves Chocolate.”

Moxie jumped into the shower and her thoughts returned once again to Miss Eunice’s suffering; all of her own doing.

Flowers for Miss EuniceMoxie put on one of the new outfits she’d just finished sewing, after all it was Easter. She proceeded up the driveway to Miss Eunice’s house with the wreath of flowers she had crafted for Miss Eunice. Oh how she hoped Miss Eunice would like the gift. Moxie felt as if she was walking in crowned glory with her accomplishment.

When she neared the house, Moxie could see her landlord standing at the open door leading into the kitchen as if she was anxiously awaiting a visitor.

“Good morning, Happy Easter Miss Eunice.” Moxie said hugging her landlord after hanging her creation on the nail at the top of door trim. Miss Eunice clucked and clucked in wonderment at the handmade gift. She made Moxie feel as if she’d given the old woman the best gift she’d ever gotten in her life.

“I have a little something for you, too, Moxie.” Moxie didn’t want to seem ungrateful but oh how she hoped it wasn’t chocolate.

Miss Eunice handed Moxie her Easter treat. “You’re no longer a child, I thought you’d like a more adult Easter surprise. Besides, my Toby ate all the chocolate!”

“Yeah, right,” Moxie thought. As if she didn’t know what the real story was.

Moxie slowly opened the gift slowly and smiled broadly, approvingly. She couldn’t have been more delighted.

vintage basket


At first, Moxie couldn’t remember ever having an Easter basket before. Then she remembered…. Yes, there was one when she was a little child.

“Don’t forget to open the card!” said Miss Eunice, excitedly.

“Oh, I didn’t see it!” Moxie opened the envelope and read –

easter and chocolate

What a character, Moxie thought. After witnessing what she saw the day before, Moxie had a hard time believing Miss Eunice would desire another piece of chocolate for the rest of her life.

To learn more about Sew the Heart, a fictional story featuring Moxie and Miss Eunice and Mildred, please visit this website.

This short story is brought to you by award-winning author Sue Batton Leonard.  Happy Easter, Everyone.





Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *