Summer was in full swing with family trips to the campsite, where Miss Flo did amazingly well. Trips to see friends she doesn't always have time for. She even took in a car show...
The writer looks at the box in her hand, three and a half years over, just like that. And all of it fit in a box? One less key hangs on her key rack. They can't afford to pay...
Grey clouds roll away from the meadow, and the lush green ground fills with puddles. The writer stands in the center of it all. She closes her umbrella and breathes in the fresh...
