My love in winter
Not every nightare equally darknor do they have dead lifeleaning on their windowsills not all sunriseswake up brightnor do they explode in colorsof exciting hope. the wet floor after the
A unique first ride
-Do you think it’s a good idea, Ron? -Why not, Lisa? We will make her happy -I still think it’s dangerous. -We will be around and make sure nothing happens
The railroad meeting
-Meet me at the old railroad next to the green barn outside the village, said Beca.-Why there? asked Tom-I love the spot. It’s beautiful, sunny, with lots of flowers and
One slight difference
-What a beautiful day! -Just like fifty years ago, remember? -Of course, I remember Rob; it was our honeymoon! -Poor Eli. I had no money we couldn’t afford a trip
Martha’s Smile
Martha smiled broadly, showing her gleaming white teeth when I told her Matty has just died in a car crash. She showed no sadness, no emotion. We were all devastated.
The lost letter
Since he retired from the University, Samuel wanders by old bookstores looking for some hidden treasure. He had been a Literature teacher for forty years in la Sorbonne and now
To Loretta
Andy never had felt that way in his life. He couldn’t think about anything but her. Those big brown eyes were full of wonder and innocence, that broad smile, her
Do you long for me, my love?
The following is a quote of my dad’s diaries when he was separated from my mom because of the IIWW and the posterior persecution of the communists. The separation lasted
Love each day
When my father died, we found his diaries from the years of WWII and the cold war, a time very harsh for him. We thought that the diaries would be