it was friday morning. ron and i were cleaning up the studio. he was looking out the window and said to me, “it happened again.” i looked out the window, looking for the car accident. he said, “you aren’t looking in the right place.” where was it? then, i saw it. a bird had flown…
Day: December 5, 2008
How the Sparks Fly
the phone rang. it was her cousin. after a breif conversation she hurried out of the house and drove off. it was just after midnight on a cold fall night when three people stepped outside with a camera, a tripod, and 16 packages of sparklers. they would all rather be warm in bed. he wanted…