Letting Life Lead
Empty mugs and cold coffee rings punctuated the tail of twenty years on a Thursday afternoon.
“We’ll talk again soon,” he said.
She muttered, “What for?”
He kissed her temple, grabbed the duffel, and crossed the threshold. Later, she spied the pristine, rectangle patch where the family portrait had hung.
Observations, Thoughts, and Daydreams
Namaste! And welcome to the magical world of artistic bliss
Ebooks = Real Books
The universe is a big place, perhaps the biggest.
Happily Not Fitting In Since 1978.
I think she was born this way.
enter a world of make believe
The Cat's Write