The Rescue

It was two o’clock in the morning and I was locked into mortal combat with Jane’s electric typewriter.  My English assignment was due in class at ten o’clock and the longer I looked at the watermark of the blank 100% cotton paper with wove finish, the more I felt like I lost the ability to think,…

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The Land of the Living

The boulder in my yard was rather large, covered in ferns and lichens. It rested beneath a mango tree, residing in my periphery as I toiled over hand washing clothes and pinning them up to dry in the sunlight. It perched just shy of a conversation amidst the brush, iguanas, and wildflowers, holding its breath…

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