Chapter 35 "An Old Man Writes Poetry"
"And held in such high esteem, reaching for a lofty dream, yet the pain so sharp the failure real, that that was all that he could feel," Boris said, finishing as he looked up at Carol, Burt and Larry...
"And held in such high esteem, reaching for a lofty dream, yet the pain so sharp the failure real, that that was all that he could feel," Boris said, finishing as he looked up at Carol, Burt and Larry...
Calvin sat in his car, just staring out the window, unsure of how to feel. He sighed, took a sip from his coffee cup and then looked at the passenger side window, where the bouquet of lillies sat. He...
"I don't wanna eat it," Mona said, looking up at her dad, "it looks...like it'd make my mouth angry." "It's cereal, you like cereal," Wyatt said, uncapping the milk, preparing to pour it into the bowl....
Maddie had never seen an ambulance up close before. But that day, the day of her party...well, needless to say she'd never expected the first time she'd see one up close would be at her own birthday...
Leanne Goldstein hadn't been living in the complex for quite some time now. She'd been moved to a healthcare facility a handful of months ago, and Boris had been so busy he hadn't even noticed. Truth...
Wyatt was sitting at his desk in the office, tapping his pen on the table repeatedly as he chewed on his lip, his eyes never leaving the sight of the poster attached to the wall nearby which simply read...