The sun scorched the earth, sending fumes of dry sand past our faces, but we walked on, we walked on. …
Sunday morning stroll
The child watched the bicycle jealously, wishing he’d received one just like it last Sunday, when it was Christmas.
Last Wednesday
Wednesday, this spot.
Sunglasses in the rain
I take my shades with me everywhere. They hide my sins, and I’ve got a lot of sins.
Gillian Maine 