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Lady
I know she was middle-aged. Forty, fifty maybe. Her toes told me. Painted brilliant red, but chipping and gnarled. Liked they had been crammed into too-tight shoes for years too long. She was wearing...
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Observations
On the Bus A happy, smiling toddler is slung over her papi’s shoulder. Thousands of tiny amber curls try escaping from pigtails deftly planted behind both ears. There’s even a curl in the center of her...
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Before the Bells
I open the door, almost silently, but footsteps echo on polished hardwood. I take a ribboned book from the rack. Swish, thump. Though I can’t see him yet, I know he’s sitting there, in the dark. The...
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Along New Hampshire Avenue
Gaggles of co-eds in various states, including a group of 30-40 Asian women walked two and three abreast down the sidewalk, not bothering to make room for oncoming traffic. A woman of about 20 scooted...
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