Bravery

Like Brothers, Like Sisters – Part 2

Like Brothers, Like Sisters – Part 2
By Amy Lynn

'Jeff? Can I ask you a question?' Timmy said as if he was testing the waters of a cool, but inviting lake.

'Sure, I suppose.' Jeff answered slowly.

Timmy held out his hand. 'Would you do my fingernails too? I kinda like that pink nail-polish.'

Jeff smiled and took Timmy's hand.

Like Brothers, Like Sisters

Like Brothers, Like Sisters – Part 1
By Amy Lynn

A gentle breeze blew along the Sherman Street and the dandelions in everyone's yard waved back and forth in response, the fluff of those that had turned to seed hanging on for the ride. Tommy Stazny whipped his cruiser bike around the corner, a cloud of grass clippings trailing behind him. It was April of 1971 and the gentle scene on the street contrasted with the turmoil of America and the whirlwind Timmy was about to meet up with.

On Abuse -- A Found Comment From Elsewhere

I was reading my favorite sex-advice columnist this morning and his "letter of the day." One commenter posted a reply that some might find a "bit" pretentious. I liked it. I might do a needle-point of that last sentence. I'd have to learn how to do needle-point first, but...

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