Wind Beneath My Wings
To someone who didn’t know her, Melissa would seem to be asleep, curled up in a little ball, Mr. Bungley dangling by her arm. The size of the armchair she was in, it… Continue reading
To someone who didn’t know her, Melissa would seem to be asleep, curled up in a little ball, Mr. Bungley dangling by her arm. The size of the armchair she was in, it… Continue reading
Imagine lying down and your pillow suddenly turns into a bear. Imagine the warmth and size of its mouth as your head lies on its dripping tongue. Smell the rotting fish stuck on… Continue reading
She was mopping off the dextrose spills at Corridor C when she heard her name over the intercom. “Janice, to the ER please. Janice, to the ER.” She turned to look at kind… Continue reading