Daniel's eyes opened to an endless blue sky with no clouds or sun. It was peaceful, and the smell of fallen leaves that lingered in the breeze subdued the pain in his head. "Comfortable, isn't it?" said a voice. Daniel's heart jumped as his head jerked toward the voice, only to find a beautiful woman … Continue reading “The Bag” Part 2
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I Took a Walk
I took a walk, and on that walk, I saw a newborn baby. Little socks shielded his feet from the cold while his fingers grasped the warmth of his mother’s sweater as he drank the sweet milk of life from her breast. He didn’t even notice me as I passed by. So I kept walking. Next, … Continue reading I Took a Walk