I used mine when I was 5. The word ‘use’ is probably not a suitable way to describe how I wasted it, on an ice cream. I wasted it on an…
From the archives: This is a very old story. I think I wrote it about three years ago. It can still be found on my former blog (find it if you can) and it’s one of the best received pieces I published on that blog. Since I wrote this story, my writing and the things that inspire it have evolved a great deal but…
“That’s not what I am looking for.” Her voice was timid and it came out almost as a sob.
“The one I want is blue — and round — round at the bottom — round at the base. It’s always there next to the red ones. The ones that are square — square at the…