Very little grows in the desert. The sun is filled with animosity and scorches everything that comes into its path. The sand is bleached, continually being shifted by the whim of the winds. Few creatures can survive the harsh temperament of the desert region. Yet, somehow, some find a way to do so. Evan is one such anomaly.Continue Reading
"Whatcha thinkin'?" I turned my head and studied my grandfather's profile. He looked so old. In his little brown cap and paisley sweater vest, with his slight hunchback and silky white hair. I'd never spent this much time with him. But now that I lived in the same town as Gramps, my mom had told me I needed to spend more time with him and take him for a weekly walk on Saturday mornings. Continue Reading