She sat watching as the squirrel perched on the edge of the pond drinking and gossiping with the fish. The wind muttered through the trees 🌲 of the foolishness of living things. She listened to the falling leaves of the trees as though they were murmuring their secrets to the earth, trusting in her promise to wake them up in the Spring. She reflected on God and the constance of His creation. It could not be more perfect but for men who have pushed and pulled on His gift of l

Mel walked down the hallway with a sense of dread growing. The hall was well-lit. The walls and carpet were a bland yellow. Fresh paint...

The Fairies sing as they dance around the fire ring. The old hound lifts up his head, cocks his ear watching the ember bed. The fairies...

Melissa yawned and turned up her radio in her SUV. It was a warm night and heat always made her sleepy. The talking heads on the radio...

The day was quiet, eerily quiet. The only sound was the wind rustling the leaves of the trees and the sound of my feet on the path. There...