Tag: Story
Part of life / Story Telling

I never told my wife about Margaret. Summer of 1962. We were 18. She worked at the ice cream shop on Lake Street. I enlisted that fall. Wrote her 14 letters from overseas. All returned unopened.

- by mr.top

I never told my wife about Margaret. Not because I didn’t love my wife. I did.  Forty-two good years. Two children. Five grandchildren. A house full of Christmas mornings,   school concerts, …

I never told my wife about Margaret. Summer of 1962. We were 18. She worked at the ice cream shop on Lake Street. I enlisted that fall. Wrote her 14 letters from overseas. All returned unopened. Read More
Part of life / Story Telling

Elena opened the folder with the calm precision of someone who had spent too many nights crying and too many mornings deciding never to cry again.

- by mr.top

“Elena…” His voice was no longer sharp. It was small. Almost unfamiliar. Elena opened the folder with the calm precision of someone who had spent too many nights crying and …

Elena opened the folder with the calm precision of someone who had spent too many nights crying and too many mornings deciding never to cry again. Read More