This Mortal Coil
“Waking up this morning,” Arthur told his best friend, “I had a dream. I was in a large passenger plane that was crashing in slow motion. When it finally landed nose first, I walked out of the cockpit window.”
“Waking up this morning,” Arthur told his best friend, “I had a dream. I was in a large passenger plane that was crashing in slow motion. When it finally landed nose first, I walked out of the cockpit window.”
Tom knew when he woke up that morning that it was Fourth of July. . .
As they neared the trees, Grandpa stopped and brought the binoculars to his eyes. He then handed them to Toby. “What do you see in that tree?” Grandpa pointed.
There is no way back but there is a way through.
Easter morning and me and my father are down in the basement brushing shoes.
“Watercolors have a life and a flow of their own when you brush them on the paper. You let go and see what happens.”
A short story . . .
A short story . . .
“Aimee wants to be called Adam. Be sure to say Adam.”
A short story . . .