Oh, I’ve got this story to share with you—it’s a bit of a rollercoaster, honestly. “Second Chance”
**Emily and Her Little Mice** I keep a blog where I write about myself—my thoughts, my life.
“Left your daughter with me?” The dreadful thought sent a wave of heat through Evelyn. “
Emma didn’t hear the squeak of hospital trolley wheels on the linoleum or the hurried footsteps.
“She really does look lovely. And I’ve stopped noticing it,” thought Victor. The morning
In early November, the weather took a sharp turn for the worse. A stinging sleet fell from the sky, and
The Most Important Man At the start of November, the weather turned bitterly cold. A sharp, icy drizzle
**Molly and Her Mice** I keep this blog—a psychologist writing about herself. Weeks ago, I met a girl
**A Bouquet of Daisies in November** *Diary Entry* I tightened the belt of my dressing gown and wandered
**A Bouquet of Daisies in November** Emily tightened her robe and stepped to the window. Barely a leaf