A lovely neighborhood this Sunday afternoon is rocked again by random gunshots. The shots make Bertha wonder, as she sips tea in her old rocker,
Long article in the paper this morning stops Tim from gobbling his bacon and eggs. Bears are starving in the woods. Too many cubs, too little food.
Alive just one week, the Luna moth plastered to my screen door under porch light is pale green and beautiful.
She’s a snake charmer but doesn’t know it. That’s why the cobra married her and has lived so many years in its basket.
Paul’s in his backyard on a Sunday afternoon barbecuing burgers. His wife and kids are hungry in the house.
Every day the same people at the same table at the rear of the cafeteria. The maiden, 35 at least, is gray at the temples,
What will she do with him? That is, if she’s elected. She’ll have to take him with her to the White House after keeping him in the doghouse.
It was stupid of Walt not to show it to Joan before they got married but he was too shy. He had no idea
“You live long enough and bad stuff happens,” Harry told Stella, slurping his coffee. “I’m 94 next week."
“If you don’t like the gun, my dea… I can exchange it for a negligee b… I’ve given you many negligees. I think a gun’s important to have around the house
They laugh at him because he’s weak by their standards but they don’t realize they’ve signed a
Beneath the bowling-alley bar marquee the rain tonight hammers off the concrete.
Rhoda, I can’t say why Amanda was picked and not Tiffany for anchor of our Nightly News. I interviewed both because Mr. Smith wanted
Someone has to cut the grass Molly tells Bill dozing off in his recliner too weary to cut it. For years a vet from Vietnam
You see things at the rest home you don’t expect to see. New veteran in his Korea cap is whipping everyone else in pool. He never has to bend over