Awaken to each fresh, unblemished day and draw its light into your broken heart.Then still your thoughts and open wide your mind…
Flash Fiction
Roy hadn’t seen Alcatraz since the night he escaped, almost sixty years ago…
Harold was enjoying a well deserved snooze on the couch on a Sunday afternoon. A light breeze fluttered across the top of his feet and gently rustled the hairs of his forearms.
HARRYYYYYYYYY, are you gonna take out the trash or just lie there like a bum!!! My God…
I’m sorryI regret my virtueAnd see now virtue as its own vice