Johnny, Cash, Hurt
Well that is the last time I bring him to the store, I can tell you that. Johnny acted like a monkey today, running up and down the aisles and screaming when I wouldn’t buy the cookies. He decided that he wanted sugared cereal instead of the fiber one we usually get and when I said no, well you would’ve thought it was the end of times. Read the rest of this entry
Ocean, Glass, Pine cone.
The cottage has been abandoned for years, no one is quite sure how many. Long enough that even the park rangers can’t remember who might have owned it. The sand has been bleached almost white, specks of darker rock and bits of shell blow in through the open window. Sea oats grow up the side of the sand dune and flourish in the sun and salt air. Read the rest of this entry