Loose Head

Sample piece from Loose Head

It was only a balloon, and I was only five. But, as I drew that mangled rubber from the monkey puzzle, Christmas emptied itself into where the morning's excitement had buzzed in my tummy. My sister and brother also played with their balloons and didn't seem to notice my tragedy. Dad steered them away from the thorny monster while casting an occasional glance back at me and the ruins of my Christmas.

My head filled with what would have been tears had I allowed them to escape. more ...