I write because I read. I read because I write.
My task is simple. Determined, I walked towards the old yellow bus that will leave before 10 a.m. I sit still. I need to focus. I have to stop thinking. Because I may have doubts. —— We finally gave our final kisses. This is not our last goodbye but I can’t stop the tears. I… Continue reading The Yellow Bus
Thirty Seconds Thirty seconds that’s all he need to take his family away from this park. He told his wife and their little girl not to visit him today. He said his job will just take a few hours, but his hard-headed ladies didn't listen. 23...22...21... His mind’s ticking clock is now in panic mode.… Continue reading Thirty Seconds
A Reading Writer 