: About Me

SHE'S GOT A TICKET TO RIDE - Final Chapter CHAPTER XI The fine sound of a soft tap, not unlike beginning rain, murmured on up the stairs to my partially open door; I'd not be working so much as handling the bones of my recent effort. Then, again: I'd grab a ragged towel, wipe my hands before dancing down the stairs; another "rap-tap" urged itself up the stairs. The cool, bracing night found my bare feet, ankles. And in one of those subtle shocks to your whole being, not sure of what you might be experiencing, I poured myself into a seemingly new belief: there, pure as snow, the wondrous sa...