saardeen
The monitor was filled with a blank word document. It was bright, practically blinding her. "I can't possibly be expected to fill this page with meaningful words with the screen so damn bright!" she thought. The stress was not making her the best student.
His version of events made me laugh. It was that laugh that started deep in your belly and then exploded with tears. Happy tears. Sad tears. Who knows anymore. What she did know was that if he truly believed this, then there was a lot more wrong with him then she thought.
The ocean was fierce. High waves, crashing onto the sands. A small starfish washed on shore.
I've never met someone quite like my 10 year old daughter. A girl who marches to her own drum. A girl who has a passion for our fine feathered friends of the world. Whistle a tune? She can imitate bird sounds with a level of expertise that surprises all lucky enough to hear.