December 22, 2015 Ricky breathes deeply as he walks through the park. The air, sweetened by the scent of pine and cooled by the fallen snow, refreshes his lungs and spirit. It’s barely evening, yet it’s already dark out, the sun having slipped below the horizon. The snow on the ground is new and untrodden. It casts a luminous blanket all around, as if flying above the clouds at night. He and Crystal are all alone in the p...
Looking at old pictures back when we was kids,Ragamuffins looking like we was on greased skids. Clothes, most of the time, was hand me downs,Making us all look like impoverished clowns. I don't ever remember looking at us that way!To me it was just how we lived every day! Poor as church mice, never lived in a castle. Houses so small they were often a hassle. Having to share a bed just seemed to be the norm.Snuggling with...
Entangled hearts we shareOur feelings make us care Connected we're much the sameHearts on our sleeves not a game Emotions felt from one another True compassion we rediscover Nothing to hold back forever moreEach others minds we must explore Not understanding the reason whyTogether though our hearts can fly Passing through time and spaceCarrying smiles upon our face Brother and Sister to each otherThe universe being our Mo...
Becky Patterson arrived at the coffee shop short of breath after hurrying from the only parking spot she'd been able to find, five blocks away. Her hair disheveled and face rosy from the brisk walk, she slid into a seat opposite her sister and gratefully accepted the mug of steaming liquid pushed toward her."Sorry I'm late. I thought I'd allowed enough time to get here, but I wasn't counting on the rush of Christmas shopp...
~ The End ~ Becky Patterson sat in the dimly lit room, her head bowed slightly, staring blankly into space. She neither knew nor cared how long she’d been there. Finally she heard a light rap on the door, which opened before she could respond. “Excuse me, Ms. Patterson? Everything appears to be in order, and we need to — time is of the essence —” “Of course,” she said in a flat whisper, not making eye contact, then as an...
