Fiction
Bright Blessed Day, Dark Sacred Night
To my dismay, I found I had high blood pressure shortly after I retired as an elementary school principal at the age of sixty-three.
The Bundle
A sharp pitch pulled me from my sleep. I sat erect and turned to the small crib nestled beneath the window beside me.
Speaking to George
Grace noticed the girl’s fingers first, stubby with chewed nails that looked sore.
Lovely Linda
I often wonder about what happened to old friends or acquaintances. What was their story?