I entered this short story into a contest last year, and I thought I would share it with you now.
Enjoy.
Picnic with an Angel
Like a little child in a field of wild flowers, I skipped from the parking garage elevator carrying a picnic basket, similar to the ones Yogi Bear absconded in those old cartoons. The mouth-watering smells drifted from the wicker hamper – fried chicken, fresh rolls, banana pudding – all her favorites. I thought of my wife’s long blond tresses curled around her sparkl...
Published on May 15, 2017 12:53