There’s a monster who lives under my bed. It rattles, and gnaws. It crashes and bumps. Mum says nothings there, but still I plead Until Dad comes to peek, and seems to agree, For all he can see are the fuzzy dust bunnies. But, I know it’s real, with thick orange fur. And purple horns upon its head, I saw when it ran past me in a blur! Its feet are so big, they bounce my bed. I squeeze my…
Windows are curious things, are they not? I love a good window, the view it offers, the light it lets in, but oh how I don’t enjoy cleaning them. Yet, if left smudged and dirty it’s difficult to behold the beauty that lays upon the other side. I have lived in many houses in my lifetime, and as I’ve reflected on the topic of windows I confess that what I remember most about each home is a view from a…
Many things one does on a weekly basis is grocery shopping. It can be a simple task if you exclude the other shoppers around you. However, learning to find items in a new grocery store, in an entirely new country, can often be a small struggle, even more so when you are living in a country who spells yogurt with an h. My first shopping experience here was nothing short of harrowing, stressful, and breath taking, but not in the…
Rose glanced at her watch and gasped before hastily pulling herself up out of the chair, knocking her knees on Henry as she did, and racing from the room, barely remembering to flip off the light and close the door. Henry listen to the thumping of feet on the carpeted hall, a dull noise of retreat, as he heard Rose race through the house. He waited until he was sure she was gone before he sighed, although it came out…