When I was 17, I met a man who told me he’d give me the world if I gave him a cigarette. I only had two left but I figured, what the hell.
His face wrinkled into a smile, his whole life written on the lines that formed.
“There you go, kid.” He spread his arms wide. “Help yourself.”
Oh man, I am sooo glad your back to blogging!
And oh man, so am I! ;)
Thank you, lovely x
Awesome.
Thank you! :)
Oh, you took my breath away. :o)
Thank you, Jilanne! Glad you enjoyed. x
It’s the little things in life!
Isn’t it just? :D
Terrific story – rich, like an espresso shot.
What a compliment – thank you!