by S.J. DrewBridgette pulled into the garage after a long day at work. She opened the door into the entryway and heard a crash, as though a dish had just fallen to the floor. She sighed and walked into the kitchen.
The kitchen was unoccupied but the mess was obvious. At l...Read More
Gazing out of my plain second story window on a gloomy afternoon, I watch as college students cross the streets to make their classes on time. Some walking briskly, lost in their thoughts; others are laughing joyously with friends, their feet clacking in tune on the wet pave...Read More