Like little bees, always doing.
The busy lives and the bodies keep moving.
When self-reflect is too a dangerous a pool to peer in.
The busy bodies never see their own reflection. 44 more words
The ding-dong of the doorbell sounded loud in the silent, dim house.
Ginger and her owner opened the door, met no one but a wicker hamper with goodies; a bottle of red, a thick slab of ham, some fruitcake, pecan pie and a card that simply said ‘thank you.’ 213 more words