The day was drizzly and my feet were wet. Wet and tired and covered in sandy dough. We were trapped against the sea and the cliffs. Small streams with dreams of large oxbows played hopscoth with us. Stone grew to pebbles and swam back from the sea clean and smooth. We pick them up. Tumble [...]
Thursday, March 29th, 2007
He didn’t see her feet from the doorway. The bathmat had covered them, and her fall was quiet in her new terrycloth robe. He didn’t hear her cry muffled in the soft downy comfort he brought back for her. “I’m getting a yougurt,” he causually tossed over his shoulder heading down the stairs. She could [...]