By the advice of several worthy persons, to whom, with the author’s permission, I communicated these papers, I now venture to send them into the world, hoping they may be, at least for some time, a better entertainment than the common scribbles about politics and party.
Bronte Wilson sat on the passenger side and thought of the cheerful line from the famous Oklahoma song as she stared out at the wasteland before her. Where the wind comes sweeping through the plains. The wind sounded so much more delightful in the fun, perky song than in reality. In real life, the wind sweeping through the plains was about as comforting as a tornado joyously hopping over one’s home.
By Melanie S. Wolfe Chris jumped out of bed, went to the bathroom and splashed his face with cold water. He put on his deodorant, carefully detailed his hair and smiled and winked at the handsome guy in mirror. This was going to be a good day, he told himself. He danced his way toContinue reading “The Window Girl”
By Melanie S. Wolfe I was at the hobby store Michael’s this morning, looking at fall decorations and on one of the endcaps sat this paint-by-number of a Dalmatian. Instantly it became hard to see as my eyes filled with sweet sorrow and I ran my fingers over the dog’s face, it was my Gracie.Continue reading “Painting Grace”