Three minutes is more than you need to eat a piece of cake… or to slip into another world, escaping through words, allowing yourself to be enfolded by the imaginary. Three minutes of reading so that you can have your head in the clouds all day long!
Ping! The latch is released and the smell of fresh bread lofts through my house. Excited to eat my masterful creation, I run into the kitchen, ready to make a sandwich. I take my freshly baked bread
My pursuer was relentless. Slowly, realization had dawned on me that I could not escape him. One mile had become five, then ten. With grim determination, I set out to delay the inevitable as long as