“I did it, Father… I chopped down your cherry tree.” Washington gazed with misty eyes at the place where his father’s beloved tree had once stood. Now it was but a lifeless stump, but it set his mind ablaze with memories. His wife laid a gentle hand on his shoulder. “They want you […]Read more "Friday Fictioneers – “Honest Path”"
A lifetime of dreams – burned to ash. The Union soldiers had left nothing but unforgiving flames in their wake. How cruel to be named Charlotte, meaning “tiny and feminine.” I certainly felt tiny as I watched our beautiful house burn, as my younger brother and I picked up the pieces…alone. “Look!” Ashton […]Read more "Friday Fictioneers – “Rose”"