Who Am I?
“I can’t!” Murray shoved his hands in his pockets and kicked a stone, sending it flying across the gravel yard. “Who am I, but a measly worker?” The boss sighed. “You’re more than that. Take a look at these.” He held out a binder. Murray opened it. Praise from his...
A Basket Full of Goodness
Lori crouched low in the bushes and held her breath, waiting for someone to come for the gift she left on the doorstep. The fog hovered in the area making her dark hiding spot even creepier. A chill raced up her spine. It was the only way he’d be safe. Her mother...







