Inkling"I just bought a whole new load of ink yesterday, now it's gone," the store owner, Mr. Peter, said to Heather, as her mother looked at the dresses."Why is it gone?" Heather asked him."Must be the work of devils," Mr. Peter said, "If it weren't for the high demand, I would stay as far away from it as possible."Oh," Heather said.She quickly turned to her mother, holding her hand."Oh my, look at this. Heather, you would look beautiful in this," her mother said, holding the yellow dress in front of her daughter. Heather nodded. Her mother went to the cash register."Ah, that's a pretty one," Mr. Peter said, placing the dress in the bag
Under Anything but the Sky (story)Helen Mifford, the mother of Mel Mifford, was once again in the tiny kitchen of a three bedroom ranch home. She stirred the pancake batter with a whisk and a sharp twist of her wrist, making a rasping sound against the metal rim of the bowl. The batter was soon poured onto the griddle, sizzling due to the grease still present from the previous round of bacon. Helen wiped her hands on her old tattered apron. A rooster called out to the hens from the picket fence outside. A red-head with bright eyes came inside from the back door. Dirt traveled onto the floor of the room, ignoring the place mat on the doorstep. A deep sigh came from the kitch
Miss Mother (poem)Coaxing chicks to follow her She now quickly takes the lead Pecking people who are close She's not sorry to impedeAs she sings her happy songs Her babies stay close to her In her eyes she is the best Not caring if others stirShe loves all her chicks with pride she is always very proud Of her too cute chirping crew She's kept them safe as she vowedRaising ten is a handful But she knows she can do it She's perfectly productive And will teach them bit by bit
Im so sorry about your father...I really hope hes okay...