The Yellow Hat
She could see him sitting on the park bench, where he always sat in the afternoons. Whether the sun shone …
Monthly Archives: September 2011
White Knight
Her feet pounded over the gravel pathway. Blue tennis shoes skidded on the tiny rocks, her feet nearly flying out …
Chances Are
Her fingers trembled as she brought the cigarette to her lips. She took a shaky breath and inhaled the smoke …
