Writer. Feminist. Historian. Person.
“That’s effing awesome!” “Language.” “But ma. The diner car is up in the air.” Resisting the temptation to go easy, she suppressed a smile. “Don’t ‘but ma’ me young man. I’m tired and you know your dad doesn’t have any patience for your stories. Get your book. It’s math time.” “But ma!” “No buts!… Continue reading Day Three
outside looking in watching you through downcast eyes forever fearing Photo by Lisa Fotios @ Pexels.com Thanks to Kat for this thought provoking image. It's not my usual micro-fiction Twittering Tale kind of offering but once this thought grabbed my brain, it wouldn't let go.
Tina Stewart Brakebill 