Hand Holding

"Take my hand," I said, louder than I thought I had, until I saw all the people looking. I reached up for her hand, "Hold my hand, please." I kept my tone in check, maybe. She looked down at me, smiling, bright blue eyes and blond hair all glistening in the thousands of snowflake crystals, … Continue reading Hand Holding

Remembering a Foreign Time

Written on a cramped airplane where I couldn't see what I wrote. Done in about 20 minutes. I thought it was a pretty awesome deal. Including pictures of Guatemala in this, though the actual Guatemala post will come later. The old man of the village stood on his porch, watching the children kick the ball … Continue reading Remembering a Foreign Time

The Wrong Children

Despite his unwanted wife, despite his father's harshness in regards to marrying, Muric had children. Four of them, two sons and two daughters. His eldest was a son, which was considered a blessing, but as he walked by their doors, he cared little. They had straight hair, lighter than their father's. It wasn't supposed to … Continue reading The Wrong Children

Childish Love

Dylan glowered at Cloey. "Yeah, well I can do it all on my own! Just you watch!" He looked up at the gym set. It was intimidating for the seven year old boy, but he would show her. He would show her what she meant to him. His parents laughed at him. "Honey," they would … Continue reading Childish Love