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Too Late

Too Late

I’m in trouble. Again. Was I too loud? Did I say something wrong? I can’t recall. I try desperately to remember.  Maybe, if I figure it out, I can say I’m sorry before it’s too late. Suddenly, my mother kicks me under the metal-rimmed restaurant table. A sharp,...
Beneath The Grey Facade

Beneath The Grey Facade

BENEATH THE GREY FACADE dust off the shadows beneath the grey facade  venture in through crusted corridors treasure is unearthed for the one who cares to listen she yearns for her story to be told take the young girl’s hand as she leads you through the forest...