March 16th, 2014 at 05:00am
January 11th, 2014 at 06:00am
I made a deliberate attempt to listen past my own noise, to discern each sound of snow.
“We’re not rushing,” Ian said. “We know we’re right for each other."
“It’s too soon!” Georgia whispered to Bob, grateful that he nodded.
They pulled and the bone shattered, the top part landing in the sink,
“Lucy Mae, the stars shine for you, and the night sky is as endless as my love. I’ll be home soon. I never break a promise.”
January 10th, 2014 at 06:00am
Lillian always said she saw something in him; “I know what you can become.”