Tommy sleepily whispered, “Mama, you have grown a lot of hair on your face, and your teeth have grown right out of your mouth. Mama they look so big,” Tommy chuckled again.
By Anne MacGregor7 years ago in Geeks
Behind my blindfold I squeezed my silent tear stained eyes tightly shut. Involuntarily my being held itself as rigid as a stuffed animal anticipating its earthly death.
By Anne MacGregor7 years ago in Futurism