He tugged her hand. She followed. He said nothing as he led her out of the pasture, keeping to the… Read more The tree fort
Category: Writing
Don’t marry him, Annie.
“Those were his dreams, Annie. Not yours. Why can’t you see that? You persist in being so damn obstinate that… Read more Don’t marry him, Annie.
A load of malarkey
He thought she was crying. Polly lifted her head from the table, took one look at his befuddled expression, and… Read more A load of malarkey
An amusing misapprehension
Jessica sat down at the table. “How old is he?” she asked Anna, indicating the baby. “Eight weeks.” “He’s adorable.”… Read more An amusing misapprehension
A conversation in the garden
“How’s that new student of yours doing?” her neighbor asked too casually as he shook out the dirt from a… Read more A conversation in the garden
