Month: November 2015

Tattle Tales: And Here You Are

field with words "and here you are"

She finally took her shoes off, one heel was in tatters and the straps were biting her ankles like startled Yorkies.  The sun was quickly slipping behind the pines, daylight didn’t last long in the midwest.  It was at least an hour’s walk back to the house.  Soon the sky would be black and the crickets would launch their monotonous feedback loop into the wind.