God’s Tears (Part One) Long after the sticky drab of an all day late August rain, the trees still spit on me. The fog rolls in, like a thick blanket, smothering the hustle and din I’ve grown accustom to. Only the expectancy of a passing cop car can cut th...
After Bruce ended the web chat, Amber went to bed but sleep eluded her. She tossed and turned as much as her added girth allowed and had bad dreams brought on by Bruce's statement that he needed to talk to her. "I'm too young to be saddled with a pregnant...
In my heart and mind a vagabond is who I be.Wandering place to place, no harmony you see. Never settling down, capricious by nature.Stable place, none, searching for adventure. Wanderer begging not for money, but forgiveness. Carrying not a sack, but much...
