Looking Up At The Sun

Just like the song - I got sunshine on a cloudy day. She threw him out. After five days. My sister threw the bastard out. 'It wasn't a reconciliation,' she insists. 'I don't know what it was. I felt sorry for him and I became confused but when he spoke I didn't listen, I could... Continue Reading →

The Painter In The Street.

"I remember when you lived in that house," he said. "The one on the hill. It looked like it was leaning over the street. The wind used to whip through the maple trees and sing in the eaves. I saw you once, dancing in the leaves. You had on a white dress and you kicked... Continue Reading →

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