The panhandler’s breath

The panhandler’s breath

He slipped in sideways between the closing elevator doors, as if he were late to a meeting; he pressed the "5" without looking.  But it was evening, and baggy pants and faded navy hung on his tall, slim frame…and his stealth entry stiffened...

A rumor of enchantment

A rumor of enchantment

“The first fall of snow is not only an event, it is a magical event. You go to bed in one kind of a world and wake up in another quite different, and if this is not enchantment then where is it to be found?” ~J.B. Priestley Whispers of snow in the forecast send me...

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