“Does it even matter?” “What matter?” “Any of it.” “What is ‘it’?” “Everything all around us.” ”That’s a lot of things.” “Yep.” A mosquito buzzed
A short story: He saw her before she ever knew he even existed. She carried herself with both a joy and a sadness, and he
As I walked along the earthy, well-tread path, I happened upon a tiny stone. How it caught my attention, I am still not quite sure,
Unfortunately, every story ever told and every life ever lived has pieces of sadness, some more than others. This sadness shapes our stories. Sometimes it