Rose and Thorns

Walking out to my car one evening, I noticed something small, rectangular, and white laying on the asphalt, smack in the middle of the neighborhood road. It was slightly monsoon-y out, yet the rectangle did not budge or flutter. I assumed it was a piece of paper or an index card that had gotten damp … Continued

Morther

The girl on the right must be thinking “Why do I have to put my hand on his shoulder? He probably has cooties!”