Fragments of thought and explosions of creativity from the author of Myke Phoenix, The Imaginary Bomb and Refuse to Be Afraid
Saturday, May 30, 2015
Please, no more Mondays
The puppy stepped forward.
"Don't go," she cried. "All I will do is lie in a chair with my head down, wishing I could burst through the glass door and gallop across the field chasing butterflies and smelling the flowers and everything else I find out there."
"I'm so sorry," the man told her. "But my day will be just like yours."