A walk in the clouds with my daughters
Short stories | Reflections | Poetry
A walk in the clouds with my daughters
Getting by on a wing and a prayer
Some things you never see coming
My short story has been nominated for recognition and I’m asking friends to vote.
For all sad words of tongue and pen, the saddest are these; “What might have been.”
~ Whittier
Getting by with a little help from my friends at WP