
“This was my first accident,” Marlise said with laughter in her voice.
Grandma didn’t find it funny at all.

“This was my first accident,” Marlise said with laughter in her voice.
Grandma didn’t find it funny at all.

Marlene had searched for her mother’s grave for a very long time.
All those years she had wondered what she would feel, surprisingly she didn’t feel anything.

Often she brings home a pizza from the little Italian café at the corner.
She turns on the music, listens to Dean Martin and opens a bottle of wine.

It’s the clock for all life here on earth; it shows us how much time we have left to make it right. Once the handle reaches 12 o’clock, it will be all over.