http://slow.writerscafe.org/Hopskotch The original writings of author Hopskotch en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1778984345 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 This was not a day for a funeral. The sun was too bright and the grass too fresh. Life was a buzz everywhere, telling me to forget the day. But deep inside me was the dead vacancy of being inside the eye of the storm. Her death, the hurricane, that was tearing everything down and there’s nothi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Hopskotch/1161792/