Fool’s Paradise

Part 5 Matthew was exhausted. He couldn’t think about anything other than sleep as the driver pulled up to his sister’s house. He let out a soundless yawn before fishing his wallet out the back pocket of chinos. He handed over his credit card to the middle-age man that went on and on about his…

Girl’s Best Friend

Four legs, floppy ears And littered with spots He may be mute But he talks a lot Not in words and sentences But silence-shattering barks and high pitch yelps Beckoning my attention Like a toddler of sort Sometimes I call him monkey And maybe even homie But mostly I call him My best friend, The…