Life Passages XVIII-Pensive

Devon scratched the edge of his dark wooly hairline nervously. He used┬áhis┬áhip to prop himself up against his grandfather’s quaint store’s wooden checkout counter. A few faint lines drew across his forehead and his stomach fluttered slightly. There was no mistaking his discomfort. “What’s up with you?” Solomon stood observing his grandson from the doorwayContinue reading “Life Passages XVIII-Pensive”