When I was four years old, my great grandmother died. I went to her funeral and saw her body. It frightened me, and I wished I had not gone there. Continue reading Death
Monthly Archives: June 2007
A Short Life
Once there was a little girl. She was found in the woods by a kind old woman. The woman took her home and raised her as her own child. Continue reading A Short Life
Waiting
She’s gone, in a hurry, just as she arrived. He goes back home, alone. The house is quiet, except for the squeaking of the wooden floor beneath his feet. Continue reading Waiting