Keep On Going
“Do you know the code to get out?” she asked me. “Indeed, I do,” I told her. “Good, I’ll walk out with you.” Like me, she had been visiting someone in the long-term care facility. “Do you have a friend or relative here?” I asked as we stepped down the stairs. “An old friend,” she …
Nip It
What Are You Throwing At Me?
The Prodigal In You
His eyes darted first to his right, then to his left, like he was looking for an exit that didn’t exist. I could feel his agitation, reminding me of when as a boy, I had stopped at Swain’s pet shop on the way home from school, and gazing at the pitiful, caged raccoon scratching to …