“She’d take it off and put it back on, flick it, spin it on the kitchen table. Thought of melting it in the oven, throwing it out the window, letting it slip through the open drain in the bathroom.”
Oh, if only I had a time machine. “The Soldier, the Maid and the Miss” – a short story written in loving tribute of my favorite series of all time, The Twilight Zone (1959-64).
“Maybe my chauffeur could read my mind, or my body language, or smell my intent. Or see my hand on the door handle. It was the moment of truth.”
Dedicated to all the unsung sons (and daughters) of God.