When I was little, my mom used to have a saying around this time of year. When the sun would start peeking in our kitchen windows, she would sing, “Spring has sprung! The grass has ris! I wonder where the birdies is!” Bad grammar, I know; maybe even a little nerdy. Either way, it drove
To the Girl with the Make-Up Face, Okay. Even though my alarm will come bright and early and there’s editing to do tonight, my mind is stuck on you. Quite honestly, I can’t get you out of my head. You with black-lined eyes, pink cheeks, and glossy red lips. I know what you’re thinking in the brain
I let go of his hand, draped across the console separating the drivers seat from my own, and tucked it into my pocket. I wasn’t sure why, but I knew I didn’t want to feel his fingers nestled between mine just then. It wasn’t something he had said or done, it wasn’t the recall of