“That’s for Pearl Harbor!” I was hit hard with a thwack, right in the back of my head. I turned around. Next to a snowbank a few feet away, two blonde-haired boys were grinning triumphantly. These were the same boys who had been teasing me during the daily bus ride home over the past several weeks. … Continue reading Reflections
Furious raindrops Beating down on The rooftops I hear the wild dance Of nature.