She heard once that wishing upon the fluff of a dandelion can make a dream come true. So when she saw that lone perfect cottony sphere of fluff rising up…
The artist has lived there all his life. Every day from noon until two, he comes out on his balcony and sketches. Gloom or sun, he is there each day.…
She woke up with resolve. She bought pounds of fresh vegetables and fruits at that healthy market in her town. Once home, she poured herself a tall glass of fresh,…
There is so much darkness in her life. She feels it caving in on her in the emptiness of those solitary hours at home. And in the memories of all…
Each day he works the clay. He shapes it into vases, bowls, plates, and even once a milk dish for the town kitten. He’s up before dawn and makes his…
She stared it down for at least ten minutes. She ran her hands through her salt-water-crusted hair. There was no way around it. She’d have to wash her hair. A…
For sixty-three years, she’s taken her afternoon tea the same way. The simple china with the 14K gold trim. Always with a saucer. A full cup of her rooibos tea.…
There is a path near his house. On Thursday afternoons, when his parents are gone and the maids are busy with errands in town, he can sneak out and head…
He always came to her in her dreams. She could never see his face, but in the strength of his arms, her fears evaporated into the night air. Each time…
I’m not sure what Mr. Darcy asked for when he met Santa the other day, but it probably wasn’t “please let me have more time to sit around and do…
They think I can’t hear them, but I can. I hear all of their teary laments and sorry sighs. They think I’m a prisoner here. They think I’d rather be…
I am thankful for the road that is my life. Though it is obscured sometimes, as if by a blanket of leaves, I know it is always there, waiting to…
“I thought we were supposed to be flying south,” he said from behind. “Yeah,” the one in the middle chimed in. “South. They all said south.” “We’re not going south.…
He knew his final days were approaching. The cancer had spread like wildfire in his body. But that isn’t what pained him most. What haunted him in early morning hours…
It’s pumpkin time. For most people. But for one girl, October brings a much a different kind of orange joy. Magical persimmons. She always forgets when they are in season.…
Although it was October, the sun scorched the earth and the heat suffocated any trace of an autumn breeze. Along the sidewalk she saw a mushroom sticking up among the…
A woman called to reserve the table. She called three days in advance. It was difficult to tell from the even tone of her voice what the occasion was, but…
They didn’t know. How could they have? In the darkness, there were so many faceless faces staring back at them. Hands reached up into the golden glow, waving and swaying…
There are millions of me. Literally, in this city there are over a million of me. People chase me away as if I’m just part of the garbage that lines…
Every day I hang them up when I come home. Mine on the left. Hers on the right, always a sign to me that she’s home. Waiting for me. But…
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