Frothy Talk

The sun poured its beams upon our basking bodies. Suddenly the grating voice of our dad erupted into our heat slumbering brains, “you better put on the foul weather gear.” We erupted into frothy talk, “He doesn’t know what he is talking about.” “It is so nice, how could it get wet.” We should have... Continue Reading →

A Prince in Rags

I was sleeping in a broken down car, parked in a trash heap. Daily, I dressed in worn clothes and walked to the soup kitchen for lunch. Then, I grabbed some free bread for dinner and walked to work. Afterwards, I frequently had to walk home through the main drug district of the city. I... Continue Reading →

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