Sea Worthy

Sea Worthy

Isobell was sick of wearing black.  Her beloved Frank had passed some time ago; exactly how long, she could no longer recall.  It simultaneously felt like yesterday and years ago.  But she did know she was tired of somber clothing and the sadness it wrapped around...
Soft Serve

Soft Serve

My father orders black raspberry ice cream.  The soft serve sits on the cone in a beautiful dark purple twist. Ick, my 7-year-old self says, greedily taking my own sprinkle-covered chocolate delight. Try it, my father says, putting the cone to my lips. I take a small...