Short Story – Margaret Jams
Two little girl scouts made their way down the quite neighbourhood street, dragging a rickety wagon behind them. Its wheels squeaked on every rotation, burdened by the dozens of boxes of cookies. The girls very in a cheerful spirit, singing songs that children often sing, skipping after every step of two they took. It was a sunny day, yet the sun seemed a little dim, its light and warmth touching the earth, but not quite. Autumn was stirring, causing leaves to waft down from the drying branches of trees. The song of the girls, the beat of their steps, their intermittent giggling, and ...
