I put down the manual and looked around the room for a few moments before my gaze settled on the mess of parts in the center of the workshop. It was almost done. Continue reading
Writing
Rain.
A single leaf flutters in the breeze. She brushes past her brethren, sailing across her mother’s branches before waving goodbye as she floats gently earthbound. Continue reading
Castles.
“What do you wanna be when you grow up?” Continue reading
Front Lines.
Golden Fields.
“…. and that’s when I told him to pay for the hole in the roof!”
Both ladies, young and old, burst into laughter. Despite this being the hundredth time his wife had told the story, Ed couldn’t help but chuckle either. Continue reading
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