By Lesley L. Smith When I opened the front door, my go-bag on my back, the humidity was as dense as an anchor. The scent of rot and dead fish assailed me. Ick. I never seemed to get used to the smell; it took me by surprise every time I opened the door. The 'Welcome … Continue reading Let Sleeping Gators Lie
The Last Stop
By Angela Johnson When Alma Leblanc looked out the window of the office building at the shadows beginning to fall across the downtown street, she knew that she was late. She had been so busy organizing and hanging the paintings that the bank had commissioned that she didn’t realize it was after 7 o’clock. She … Continue reading The Last Stop
Academy of the Heart And Mind 