Let’s call her Trudy
“There was a suspicious large brown paper bag on the seat that looked a bit wet. That’s it right there,” she said. “I don’t know how it got wet but be careful.”
“There was a suspicious large brown paper bag on the seat that looked a bit wet. That’s it right there,” she said. “I don’t know how it got wet but be careful.”
When I was a child, my father greeted the morning far earlier than the rest of the family. Being a farmer at heart, he’d get up before the sun peeked through the distant tree line, make himself a toasted velveeta and mustard sandwich, and quietly slip out the back door undetected. I was used to…… Continue reading Small gestures