Butterfly
TEARS OF JOY
Diane was first in line at the traffic lights. She sat in her small silver sedan looking intently ahead at the red light blocking her way, waiting impatiently for it to turn green so she could continue her journey home. I thought ‘home’ was where the ‘heart’ is she mused. Not anymore! Her mind reacted to her current place of abode. That was all it took to unleash the spate of tears she’d been…
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LUCKY ESCAPE
LUCKY ESCAPE
It was 1960. A mother and her eight-year-old daughter sat on the front bench of their little grey sedan looking at each other; a baby boy was asleep on the back seat. The mother didn’t know what to do; it appeared the vehicle had run out of fuel. “You know how your father always likes to tell people that our old Zephyr still goes like the wind,” the woman addressed her offsp…