Each year that I traveled abroad, without fail, I would bring back the obligatory souvenir for my friends and myself. Usually something mass produced, maybe something original and handmade once in a while. Something that would probably be forgotten or thrown away eventually. Everyone has a souvenir from someplace. Read more “The Souvenir”
As my boyfriend and I sat at the bar having a drink, I gazed up at the clock – 1:15.
“I should get to the airport…I need to be there at least an hour early.” I paused for a moment, looking up at the clock again. “But I don’t remember what time it leaves!” Read more “All Packed With Nowhere To Go”