Posts by Sandy

The gray clouds hanging heavily in the late summer sky mirrored Timmy’s feelings. He sat on the top step of the front porch of his house, shoulders slumped, chin in his hands, eyes downcast. Beside him lay Petey, slumped unceremoniously at his side.

Coming into the kitchen I yawned as I stared out the window. I’d had neither energy nor inclination to wash dishes last night, so I was faced with stacks of sticky plates and pots this morning. It was a warm, pleasant spring day. The tree just off the back deck was fully clothed in its leafy attire and the scent of lilacs from the side yard drifted in the open window. Sunshine filtered past the curtains creating rainbows on the soap bubbles in my sink. I popped one and a stream of soapy film shot into my eye. Reaching for a towel to wipe away the stinging liquid, I looked again outside and blinked. I thought I saw a bubble float past the window. I shrugged and resumed washing.