Rock Paper Scissors

by Alice Feeney

You might not be able to read the expressions on my face, but I’m fluent in yours, and if looks could kill I would have been in the morgue.

But it can be hard to enjoy the good things in life when you don’t have someone to share them with.

Dreams are like dresses in a shop window; they look pretty, but sometimes don’t fit when you try them on. Some are too small, others are too big. Luckily, my mother taught me how to sew, and dreams can be adjusted to fit, just like dresses.