Beyond the walking path flanked by rustling trees and a babbling creek looms the grocery store's back, humming with cold milk and fresh-cut meat. Only the ducklings will hear you scream. Read more Slices of Life here, then write your own!
The oak tree, black with wet, leers over the neighbor's fence, and from its skeleton, the last buds of spring transformed to sodden ochre paper. Read more Slices of Life here, then write your own!