Open — look around, any takers? No. Close. Days passed. Open — maybe now? No. Close. Weeks passed. Open — c’mon read my sign, read my sign! Any takers? No. Close. Months passed. Open — any takers, now? No. Close.… Continue Reading
The little Angel sat on a sturdy branch half way up the biggest tree in the little wood — despondent. The persistent rain drizzled down the back of her best white gown. She hated rain — it made her wings… Continue Reading
The sun hung low on the horizon, and the golden rays ruffled the white-blond hair of the little boy. He sat on the floor of the balcony outside the hotel room playing contentedly with his stacking cups — build them… Continue Reading
I was six years old when I was branded a thief. You understand that I don’t mean literally branded — I escaped that! I mean I was caught red-handed with stolen goods. There was no doubt but I was guilty.… Continue Reading