http://slow.writerscafe.org/cgillmett The original writings of author Penny Lane en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776062858 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15            Sam and Andy were twins, but theydid not look alike. Sam was tall and handsome. Andy was not. They livedtogether in an apartment on the fourteenth floor of an apartment building nextto a popular beach. But it was winter and no on.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cgillmett/1277398/ Bobby Stover is at peace, andbecause of that, I am at peace. Whileeveryone else mourns, I celebrate. Why? Am I cruel, cold-hearted and soulless?Go ahead and think so, but I know the truth; Bobby Stover made my life a livinghell, and I am better off without him.   &nbsp.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cgillmett/1275991/ Hotel1 My grandma, the only grandparent I had left, died.Peacefully, an infection; she was almost 90.I flew to Albany to be with my family; Mom, Dad, sister,two aunts, two uncles, four cousins. My immediate family stayed in an old hotelwith hallways that looked like the ones.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cgillmett/1275983/ I was walking the trail, watching as my shadow stretchedwhen suddenly it occurred to me, I had been looking down toolong.Look around! Look up!And what caught my eye was a lonesome bird, soaring sweetly small, effortless circles, wings outstretched and unmoving.Testing its a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cgillmett/1275968/ And there he was…going, going.And then, there he wasn’t….Gone.  It all started with the tiny bag inthe sock drawer, those little leaves. Looking so innocent she left it there,put the fresh-smelling socks, rolled into neat little balls, on top. Just asta.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cgillmett/1275965/ I wonder if others wonder the way I do                whenstaring out the window, close to narcoleptic sleep about the trash lining the tracks and what that weathered plastic bottle contained  .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cgillmett/1275961/