A Chance

Joe stood behind the counter of Rachel’s Café, contemplating Rachel’s words, “Food is essential; a luxury for some but a scarcity for others.”  Gratitude washed over him for the chance she had given him.   A young girl entered the café, tugging on her torn shirt. “What can I get ya?” Joe asked. “Just water.”…

Thursday Doors: Carcassonne, France

For the last several months, I’ve sadly missed out participating in the weekly Thursday Doors challenge hosted by Dan Antion over at No Facilities blog. Searching for that door that brightens my day or ignites my imagination is like finding treasure when I travel or explore the place where I currently am living. But, like…

Carousel of Memories

The silver-haired woman rested on the bench and watched young Millie.  The carousel carried the little girl around and around, floating up and down on the brightly painted wooden horse.  The woman bobbed her head to the sounds of the soothing carnival music.  She swiped at a tear as her memories circled.  She loathed the…