You can write about anything, she said. I remember looking at the lock and key of the chest that lays at my feet, across from my favorite writing spot. I couldn’t take my eyes off the keyhole, thinking about all the memories inside the chest. It’s deep scratches and minor scuffs. The way the paint...
Chester and Sophie had been friends for a very long time. Chester loved Sophie from the minute he saw her. He had just gotten off the bus at 22nd and Main and Sophie was speeding down the sidewalk, to her final exam, as fast as her little legs would carry her. Sophie had been studying...
