One fine evening I was in
my favorite restaurant there,
and at the next table there
was a father, a mother, and
a scrawny boy about twelve years old. 283 more words
Do any of you have dreams or nightmares that are so bad and so vivid that they send your mood spiraling downwards, even hours after waking from them? 441 more words
So far, no call.
My mother should’ve got my letter Thursday and for all I know it shredded itself to pieces the moment I left the post office. 1,568 more words