She had scooted him back to his side of the seat, but his head slumped onto her lap, his wings still covered by the black cape. “Oxford Station,” the speaker blared. The gray-haired woman across the aisle gathered her belongings. “Excuse me, but how long does it take to get to the Cot... Cot…” Me...
“The raspberries are ripe, and the lorikeets have been flocking, waiting to snatch whatever berries they can. We’re going to spend the day canning.” “Canning?” The term conjures up memories of the Amish farms back in Ohio. “We’re going to make jam?” Sage groans and rubs his stomach. “I’m picturin...
Everyone sits around a table littered with empty plates. They concentrate on a card game. “Did you find her?” Jesse is the first to greet me. I nod. Sydney rushes up to give me a hug. “Was she happy to see you?” Captain pats me on the back. “I’m glad you met up. How’s your dolphin faring?” I igno...