The omnipotent, ever-glowing sun filters through the tall, strong evergreens, swaying calmly. A babbling brook flows along the meadow, giving life to plants, old and new. The deep aromatic grass strokes your knees as you chase a butterfly, fluttering through the gentle breeze. - A very short short story that serves as a metaphor for the idealistic, delightful view of the world children lose as they grow up. Written February 6th and 15th, 2020 Published July 5th, 2020

Pounding. Was it the pounding of footsteps that I heard? Or the beat of a nervous, anticipating heart? I didn't want to open my eyes, not prepared to see what lay beyond the confines of my mind. Somehow, I knew the sight of what was about to be seen would not be pleasant. - Written July 22nd, 2020 Published August 10th, 2020