Sitting with a good friend, Kay laughed at the memory of how she used to sharpen her nails into little points and apply iridescent pink polish to them. “You wore nail polish?” he said, looking at her now jagged nails. “That was when I had more time,” Kay said, looking down and balling her hands.Continue reading “Realization”
Short stories, poetry, and excerpts of God's healing
Purple Pennies 