Was lost and now am found

January 1, 1970July 14, 2019 ~ Linda Wright ~ 1 Comment

A little while ago someone rang our doorbell. Most of the time that means when I open the door I will see a child trying to raise money for some thing, a Jehovah Witness or and adult wanting a signature on a petition. This afternoon though, the woman standing at the door said "Are you … Continue reading Was lost and now am found

Con Artist

January 1, 1970July 14, 2019 ~ Linda Wright ~ 2 Comments

“My mudda didn’t give me anythin’ to eat.” “Well that’s too bad,” Gram said noticing the milk mustache on his face. “I’ll scramble you an egg.” Patrick put down the fork and burped when he had finished the last bite. He slid off the chair until his feet touched the floor. “Bye,” he said shutting … Continue reading Con Artist