I love the sound of keys clacking on the keyboard, the external kind that yields a touch of resistance each
She sat in the window seat watching the countryside fly by. It wasn’t yet winter but the window fogged up
Is everything what it seems like?
This is my entry to Day Eighteen of Writing 101 at The Daily Post. Today’s prompt: write this story in
He breezed in one Monday morning looking dapper in his business casual. I sat at my desk watching his head
“Funny how fate plays its hand” She says wistfully looking at water lapping along the edge in front of her. She
Done with my chores for the day, I switch off the kitchen lights, peek in on the kids to make