For The Most Good

She descended down the back door trolley steps, all two feet tall of her, approximately four years old, wavy deep brown hair held together by a lemon yellow scrunchie, holding her mother’s hand tightly and announcing their route home. I was but a few feet behind the mother and daughter pair when I stopped abruptly…

Right on Track

“Wilmington next!” the conductor announced as he moved through the train car. My stop wasn’t Wilmington. But a quick look at the time on my phone allowed me to see we were making good time. Because my stop was after Wilmington, I still had about an hour left to keep reading…or take a quick nap…