Don’t Mention It
When they came, it wasn’t like thunder or lightning, they were just here. On the street, in the market. It was almost like they were always among us: integrated, but very, very different. But dogs didn’t like them, or cats. None of the “domesticated” animals liked them. There was a growling and hissing that was…
The Attic
The odd shaped door revealed steep, narrow, rough stairs that led to the most mysterious place this young girl had ever seen. Dim light filtering through a small, dust-coated window provided the only light until halfway up, when I could finally reach the long string attached to a single bare light bulb. Emerging from the…
Spontaneous Whimsy 