Sasha’s Morning

Ripples of contentment quiver through Sasha's body. She stretches in her bed, feels the tingle in her toes right up to the top of her head. Life is good. She leaps out from under the covers and walks into the kitchen. Gerry's already there, preparing breakfast for the two of them. 'Morning,' he says, pecking…

A visit with Grandma

Grandma sits in her high-backed upholstered chair. Her eyes are closed; her hands rest lightly on the arms of the chair. I see all of this through the skinny panel window in the door to her room. I knock before entering; her eyes open slowly and she grins when she sees me. 'Come in, Gil.'…