Treasure pranced in, shook the snow
off her wool cap, sat down, said
“Bernstein, I’m here. What now? ”
”Big Breakfast, ” I called out to Huey.
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Charles you manage to capture certain things that are caught up in the day and turn them into a poem. your work is like a poetic soap opera (that is a compliment) I only wish I had the gift you have and that is to do what you have done above. Great work Vincent
All your characters have a great sense of survival Charles. I love the unemotional way you describe their plights just as equally as the way they deal with lifes blows. Another great read, thanks. Smililng with 10 from Tai