The neighbors were not happy about my choice of yard art. Or rather, with the latest addition to my yard. I didn't understand why— it was only a plastic flamingo. But they objected to it's presence, saying that it unnerved them, the way its 'beady black eyes' followed them around. The claim was absurd, of… Continue reading Imagination



The old typewriter had a mind of it's own. And it waited, perched comfortably on the old desk, softly-worn keys shining invitingly. It had been years since anyone had sat down to write with it--but it didn't mind. It was patient. One day, someone would climb up the attic stairs and see it waiting--a child,… Continue reading Patience