The Red Balloon

Margaret awoke on a spring morning, a morning that would prove to be a most memorable one. “Good morning, Monroe. Hello Sam," she said, grabbing her cane from her bedside. Her cats followed her into the kitchen and jumped on the counter as she started a pot of tea. “Oh my, you two must be... Continue Reading →

Parquet Floors to the Past

I wake up, surprised to find myself on the floor at my grandma’s house. Excited to be home, though, I dust myself off and follow the parquet floors up three steps to the kitchen. My body feels unusually sore. “Mom?” She isn’t in her chair by the window, coloring with her favorite set of colored... Continue Reading →

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