Jim Richards
Stories (2/0)
There Weren't Always Dragons In The Valley
“There weren’t always Dragons in the valley,” my Grandfather said, but they had been there for all of my life and for all of my father’s life. No matter how much I might have wanted to believe him, I always reminded myself that on any given day, he couldn’t recall after he’d eaten his breakfast of corn mush if he had been corn mush, or split pea porridge, or a slice of bread so I paid him little mind. I only knew only that watching the sky for the Dragons had always been a part of my life.
By Jim Richards2 years ago in Fiction
A Lesson Too Well Learned
Dear Mom, I wonder if this will ever find you. Perhaps if I go outside one evening after it has rained and the forest fire season is behind us, although that day seems far off right now, and set the pages of this letter alight and pray that its essence will reach out to you it might. Maybe. You’ve been gone from my life and this world for nearly twenty years now, but I still find my thoughts slipping down side paths that lead you.
By Jim Richards2 years ago in Families