Kathleen L Parry
Story teller, adventurer, and lover of this wonderful gift called life...seeking to leave the world a better place. Leave a tip if you've enjoyed my stories. Your generosity lets me continue creating them. Thank You...Peace Out...God Bless
“Nothing in life is to be feared. It is only to be understood.”-Marie Curie * * * * * *
Crackerjack Reporter Dan-the-Donkey in Barnyard Antics
*Disclaimer: All places and persons depicted in this story are fictional and do not represent any place or persons living or dead.
Introduction To a Drifter
Here I am again at the start of something new, a beginning. This is where I ask myself if I’m ready for yet another one—another fresh start.
The Cross-Stitch Bear
My fingers aren’t as nimble these days, nor do my eyes see as well as they once did. Even my most precious memories are fading like old photographs. But every so often one memory comes to me so crisp and clear that I see every detail with perfect clarity and feel every emotion with a revived intensity.
Ava Salinas adjusted the small backpack across her shoulders then made her way through the debris of the bombed out medical center. Broken concrete, twisted rebar, bits of glass and insulation with the occasional furniture fragment, made the way treacherous. It was risky business scavenging the ruins, but necessary. What she could find there she would trade for favors. That was the currency in 'The D.C.’, and most of North America. No one cared about money any more. They wanted medical supplies and medicines, clean water and food. If you had those you could trade them for favors, and with enough favors she was hoping she could barter her way past ‘The Loyal Guard’ patrols and out of D.C. altogether. California, she heard, was still a free state and it was going to take a lot of favors to get her there.