At one hundred and four years of age, Geraldine was fairly certain that she had learned most everything worth knowing and done most everything worth doing. The tiny plastic tubes that were stuck up her nostrils itched terribly. She scowled, swiping at her nose with a shaking, liver-spotted hand. When the nurse came back, JaniceContinue reading “Like a Movie”
It's a Beautiful Day for a Story
Robin Jeffrey 