Adulthood,Fiction!,Wonder

Boardwalk

Steven took my hand and looked into my eyes. “Trust me, Heidi, I know where the car is for sure this time.” I saw the beads of sweat on my brother’s forehead and knew in that instant that he was still guessing. I hated him for how forgetful he was. He had just started driving last week. Our parents were stupid to let us out alone. [caption id="" align="alignleft" width="402"] Photo by Robert Stokoe on Pexels.com[/caption] As we walked along the boardwalk at our city's beachside amusement park, I could see the Ferris wheel turning in slow motion in the...
Death,Happy,Lucky,Time

Mrs. B

Mrs. B didn't own a computer. She had a cell phone for three months but never used it.  She told her daughter to take it back.  She had time to take long walks at the park, read, do crafts, and go to lunch with friends. She attended live lectures, went to the library, enjoyed museums, picnics, and face-to-face conversations with squirmy children who weren't used to 'talking' without a keyboard, a cell phone or a computer— even the little ones.  She could see the kids' expressions, and help them understand social interplay the old-fashioned way. Sometimes she wore a clown nose. I want...