[Poetry] Hot Chocolate

Standing on my toes,
Trying to peek over the counter,
I can barely see.

But I hear the whistle of the kettle
Boiling on the stove,
And the clink of the spoon
Against the mug,
And the shuffle of the cupboards
Open and close.

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[Flash Fiction] Young Love

“Hmm, for a kid graduating high school as valedictorian, he sure is lacking in the common-sense department,” he said to his wife, lounging on a chair beside him as they floated on the easy tide.

“The smarts come from my side of the family, the lack of common sense is clearly from you,” his wife teased, splashing him with her foot.Read More »