As I stared at the once magnificent building, I wondered about the children who had grown up there. Did they survive? Were they traumatized? Were they leading productive lives? Teachers, doctors and lawyers? Growing up, I had heard the stories about the children who were abandoned on the doorstep of the orphanage. But that’s what…
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PHOTO PROMPT © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields I pulled my jacket hood over my head as watched Frank eat in silence. I crept farther back to the edge of the window in hopes he wouldn’t be able to see me. The glare was chaotic and he was so lost in his thoughts, I didn’t think he would…
I wish I knew why Jared’s happiness was centered around whether or not Applebee’s was open. At first, I had thought he was falling for one of the waitresses, then maybe it was one of the waiters he had a thing for, but after following him a few times, I realized he didn’t have an…
Growing up, all I did in class was daydream. I was constantly getting in trouble for staring out the window, wishing I was outside. I hated having to stay inside and wondered why we couldn’t have class outdoors. My parents were constantly getting emails from my teachers about how I never paid attention, but most of the…