A day only a duck would love The patter of rain on the windows The occasional big splashy drop And a gust of wind Hidden behind the oil rags and paint cans A rusty metal tackle box Unlatched, it squeaks…...
I just wish that that would have been the reason for me being left out. It was in the future from that point.
He was gone. This is what was left of him and her only way of letting it all go. But why?
all we knew is whoever found the family jewel, would have the most fulfilled life.
Hell froze over. It must have. There was no other explanation for a woman being here, wearing the clothes of a mobster, in a bar meant only for men. She pushes through the entrance, never hesitating, strolling forward with sharp…...
Why did he have to keep calling her name constantly? ‘Jewel, Jewel,’ she could hear him calling after her, but his voice was getting fainter as she ran. He had finally let her off the lead, and after…...
“You can call me Jewel,” she told the middle-aged man who’d followed her down the beach to the tourist trap tiki bar. She lifted the drink he’d bought her, a tall pink rum punch with two purple parasols, and toasted…...
Old People Love
“We’ve lost it Henry,” Sophie sobbed. “I always thought we had something so precious. How could we have lost this that was given to us!” Max sat in the dark on the top step, listening to his mother. She sounded…...
Why does the young man come to the jeweler with such things?
At a local Jewel, John is confronted with the past.
What is life without love?