As Nancy gingerly slid the hair comb into my French chignon, she patted my hair and occasionally glanced at my face to make sure the hairstyle suited me. It was my wedding day. Then Mom burst into my dressing

I sat across from him at a candlelit table. The restaurant was beautiful, not a place I had expected him to bring me. Not a five star place but somewhere in between with a natural, calming ambience. A

Esta es mi entrada al concurso #TopFiveFamily Observa, Piensa, Escribe, coordinado por @lanzjoseg. Imagen propiedad de @lanzjoseg Para escoger: papas al horno o pan tostado Para completar el plato principal,

The Prophecy of the Closet That Must Not Be Opened Peace, as any philosopher will tell you, is simply catastrophe that has not yet found the time in its schedule. Sunbeam. Windowsill. Silence so complete

The tingling sensation moving through her tiny veins alerts her that the sun will soon be up. The forest daughter smiles but it fades quickly at the sound of a creak barely audible. It reaches her through

Woof, woof!

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