Just a girl who walks dogs and hangs out in cemeteries. Stay feral, y'all.
Saturday morning was already hot when Jenna dragged the lawn mower out of the garage. Her grass had reached the point where it was less “lawn” and more “small wildlife habitat,” so she reluctantly accepted that yardwork could no longer be avoided. Halfway through mowing, she glanced at the house next door. Mr. Peterson’s lawn... Continue Reading →
Every morning on her way to work, Maggie passed the same little blue house at the end of Willow Street. It wasn't particularly remarkable, except for the small wooden table that had recently appeared beside the sidewalk. The first morning, there was a handwritten sign taped to it. “FREE — Please take what you need.”... Continue Reading →
Every morning at 8:30, Margaret Ellis sat on the green bench at the end of Maple Street. Nobody really knew why. She didn't feed pigeons, she didn't read a newspaper, and she didn't walk a dog. She simply arrived carrying a travel mug of coffee, sat down, and watched the neighborhood wake up. At seventy-six,... Continue Reading →
Every morning at exactly 7:15, seventy-three-year-old Arthur Bennett walked to the end of his driveway to collect his newspaper and every morning at exactly 7:16, eight-year-old Lucy waved at him from across the street while waiting for her school bus. They had never actually spoken. Arthur would lift his newspaper. Lucy would wave both arms... Continue Reading →
The Cool Beans 