Photo from StreetRealityPhotogr at Deviant Art. Kaley stands waiting for the bus, listening to the roar of traffic as people in their warm cars pass by her without offering a ride on this cold and dreary day. It seems to her like all we do these days is wait alone, unable to see the need... Continue Reading →
His needs were beyond my capabilities. Written for Saturday Six Word Story Prompt from My Random Rambings: Need.
For the first time in 50 years, I am afraid of being a black person in America! After Dr. King was murdered, I worried about being killed because someone who had never met me felt that I did not belong in the country that I love. I remember quite vividly when a black male and... Continue Reading →