He trudged along the scorching pavement. His feet were scarred and blistered. Normally, he liked to start earlier in the day, when the sun had yet to melt the black asphalt into a molten tar that could… (click on image to read)
Even when you can’t hear me or see me, I am there. I stand at your side always, ready to listen. My angels stand at your side always, ready to assist. You can call on them. You can call on me.
The pen rolled silently across the table before falling to the floor. It could have made all the noise in the world, for there was no one there to hear it drop. They would find her in the morning or the next day. Those were her last thoughts. Funny how it wasn’t her life flashing,Continue reading “Unfinished Business”