Canadian family girl with a recently discovered love for writing. Other loves include animals and sports.
My soul's erosion, Like wave-beaten rocks of home. Unreachable, home.
A collapsed sea cave, Beaten blue by ocean waves. I ask, did it hurt?
Lilly was grateful to finally see the edge of her driveway after another long, horrendous day at the office, and an equally miserable drive through the traffic nightmare known as Highway 11. It had been a week from hell, and the only thing delaying her from the sweet elixir of her favourite Moscato, was parking the car and getting in the house.
There’s Something Fishy About This Story
Officer Tim Collins groaned audibly over the ridiculousness of the new case he had just been assigned. Why did he always have to get the wingnuts, he wondered as he slowly strolled toward the interview room, still hoping his sergeant would change his mind and hand if off to someone else.