Lori Dunlap
Stories (2/0)
Sanity
The cold cuts to my soul, the lack of light makes the shiver feel like it matches the landscape. I smell the wet dirt- that is all there is. There is no green anywhere. I always thought that there would be time. God, I miss it now. Those small things, a birdsong, trees, good smells coming from the kitchen. How long ago was that?
By Lori Dunlap3 years ago in Futurism
The Colors of Life
Dear Mom and Dad, they are pretty sure that I do not have The COVID just bronchitis. They given me shots and drugs and the odds are I will be fine in the morning. But in the unlikely event I die tonight, Publish in the hope that others may be more prudent and have some care with their actions and the result on those of us with gray hair. Lets all bind together to survive, and worry about school and campaigns when we are on the other side. Please only post good news now!
By Lori Dunlap3 years ago in Families