White Christmas
His postcards always came in, at least a day before its maximum. Together with the rest, what a bundle stacked higher than the bible, and filled with almost as much sorrow. This time, it was a picture...
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both feet stepping on the sharp wet rocks — and six-inch stilletoes tied against the neck — wading the length of the dragon river — mascara pouring down the face to mix with the current — a mile, the...
View ArticleSingin’ in the Rain
From afar, you’d be able to hear the patters of loafers as they ran to their doors, newspapers covering their hair. The mustached flower man grumbles as he packs the remaining daisies to his truck. A...
View ArticleAs Time Goes By
9:43am Gudmrning! Hw ws brkfst, hve a good day @ work. 9:45am LOL. cereal isnt a meal 9:47am eggs, bacon, tomato sandwch. mmmmmh 9:50am yes, it was THAT good. 9:51am i still have the taste of meat in...
View ArticleOver the Rainbow
Do you remember the fantastic? Well, I do. I remember the little boy, sitting at the dining room table, trying his darndest to master cursive writing. He had been taught before that letters were blocks...
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