He came looking for her and they touched in the hallway, just like feathers falling in the air…
That boy liked horses and trouble and ended up marrying “a wonderful English girl”, who liked horses too,
As part of my #FromNowOn pledging that I am doing and in the interest of “practicing writing” as I have committed, I have taken the advice of my long ago teacher and have been sitting here all day writing, not just two hours.
The road was lined with giant cottonwood trees, beautiful and majestic, works of art even. They were delightful and steadfast, anchored well to the ground, their leaves fluttering and seeming dainty for such massive structures.