My Brother’s Eyes: Part 3
Thunder crackled outside the Amesbury residence. George rolled over in bed looking at the clock on the wall, 4:09. Running his fingers through his hair and scratching the back of his neck, he rolled over to see Angelina wide awake. She gave him a half smile, “Don’t think anyone could sleep with that storm whirling on outside.”
My Brother's Eyes: Part 1
"Fred," said a woman with umber brown skin in a light purple robe. Rushing in she grabbed the girl swiftly by the arm as a means to manage her outburst. "Roxanne. Don't run into your father's store like that. You could have knocked someone over."
"Don't you remember that feeling of excitement Ang," a tall man, resembling the same tuffs of read hair, asked tilting his glasses down his nose. "Besides, no one was in the way. No harm, no fowl."