We get into the car after dinner and I wait for Anika to buckle her seatbelt.  Our headlights shine into the winter-bare tree in front of us.  A glimmer and I look closer and something is in the tree.  A flower with a gemstone set into the middle is clipped to a branch ( Read more... )

Random thinking on a Thursday evening.  Ever pass fragments of stories through the day?  This week I saw a glove propped on a tree branch at the gas station.  Obviously lost.  Obviously someone thought it would be best found on a tree.  Or not so obviously?  Who lost it?  Could it be a signal, maybe?  Goblins in town ( Read more... )