“Excuse me. Is the bar still open?” I look up from cleaning to see an older male with an overly patched burlap messenger bag that has seen better days. I motion for the man to sit down at a table that doesn’t have its chairs upturned. “The bar is closed f...
Chapter 16 The Brainstorm “This is our horse!” screams my husband. “We caught him in the field! Finders keepers!” answers the man who played the guitar, as he turns his back to us, and joins the crowd. As they walk by us, Sarji winks at me. He’d wave with...
"Picture of a Monarch" Fluttering gently, all around Landing right in front of me, not making a sound This beauty is amazing. It has so much power. I stop in my tracks, to view a Monarch on a flower. Wings of bright orange. Petals of bright pink This sure...
