When I slipped into bed that night, I looked out the window at the sky. Blackness filled the upper echelons of the cityscape, but a few stars twinkled, determined, I guess, not to let the night speak for them.
short story
The “Is it safe?” comment usually stopped every conversation cold. She glanced aside at the rows of frozen foods. A suitable location, indeed.
“Life isn’t safe, my love.”
“When I look at the picture, I see the me I want to be. I don’t see a stain. I see possibilities.”
“When we refuse the good in others, we often destroy it in ourselves.”
“You’re supposed to cut the worms out before you eat the fruit, you know.”
Patrick O’Donnell had been married for eighteen years, and only today did he realize that he loved his wife.
“The beauty I wake up to every day? Why, that belongs everywhere that’ll allow it in.”
Riko stroked his chin, pondering the question he knew was coming. How could he say yes? But more importantly, how could he say no?
Slipping on her damp shoes Saundra sucked in a deep breath. She wanted the quiet peaceful time with the kids cuddled on each side of her, listening with bated breath, their eyes glued to the illustrated page. Sharing their love of a good story, life itself.