Melissa’s hand recklessly fumbled in her backpack, reaching past crumpled papers and all the dried-out gel pens. “Hurry up,” the bus driver impatiently snapped, as she stared at the long line of kids. “I haven’t got all day!” “I’m looking for it,” Melissa mumbled, now furiously tossing her notebooks out. Her bus pass was missing, […]
January/February 2004
A Day with My Dog
I picked up the soggy, slobbered-on tennis ball and threw it yet again. I watched Sunset gleefully pursue it yet again. It was part of our special bond, this pointless game of fetch. Both of us knew our parts in this tireless ritual of throwing and retrieving. Sunset did not want to give up the […]
