Storygram #62
The dingy 47th Street alley was home. She didn’t have a house or a car or even a refrigerator, but she had a roof and three walls that formed a cozy nook. She was content.
Storygram #61
They just sauntered up to the fence. They deployed no charm to coerce a following but waited, knowing their offer spoke for itself. “Should we go with them?”
Storygram #47
Their 50th wedding anniversary was celebrated that morning with many tears and memories. But it was evening, now. “Mary, I… I’m scared.”
Storygram #42
Stray. That’s what it says on the tag stuck to the top of my cage. But it isn’t true. Come, and let me tell you an old dog’s “tail,” if you’ll excuse my pun.
Storygram #38
“We love you, Katy. You’re so pretty,” many voices whispered to her. She sprang back up. The Whispering Forest was in front of her, and she had no choice but to go through it.