Run Forrest Run
Forrest Gump ventured to see if he could run to the end of the road, then the county line,…
Echoes Intertwined – by john g. adams
A silent church awaits a heart-wrenching melody. Fingers press ivory keys, felt hammers strike metal…
Lessons of the Fog
A morning fog appeared as the sun peeked over the horizon, soft brushstrokes of pinks and yellows across the…
Ox or Donkey?
A business social event, not my forte’ as I prefer quiet spaces, small bistro tables soaking in the soft…
Asking For a Friend
Flipping through my hand held collection of so-called news, sport scores and other general foolishness, an image caught my…
Casting Cloaks
I am convinced those who create contracts are paid by word count. Each “and”, “or”, “within” or “without” may…
Into the Canyon – by Micheal Neale
A favorite pastime is rifling through bargain bins at a local thrift store, in search of books with dog-eared…
Shoulders
A late summer seaside music festival. Taking a break from the wind, the sun and the mass of people…
Rubber Bands
My basketball coach stretched a single rubber band until it broke, then two, then three. When he got to…
Lift My Friend
Contacting an old friend revealed scars so deep that an innocent conversation caused pains of her past to resurface….