Assessing Time

Back when I was in high school writing short [very short] stories and poems in a spiral notebook while sitting on my bed Indian style, I wrote until I had nothing more to say or until I heard my mom yell for help in fixing the evening meal. I didn’t give one inkling of thought …

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My Best Friend, Glenda

I’m writing this post from two different prompts and I found at Writing.Com.   Sometimes it’s so inconceivable how friendships are formed. The way I became friends with Linda was typical. Girl moves into neighborhood. Girl up the street notices her. Girl from up the street walks down to the new girl’s house. They become …