Creative Non-Fiction Short Stories. :) Travel, Oldsters, Love, and Compassion.
Because I, only I, see her smile a fraction before it reaches her face…Because her laughter spurts through a blowhole in the top of her head and sprays all over the morning. Because a man like me has no business with this substance, “beauty,” my here she is, in these soundproof chambers of my heart.
-David Mitchell. Cloud Atlas.