THE BUTTERFLY FARMER

'That really works?' I asked pointing at the patterned umbrella. 'It seems to draw them out.' 'Besides from look nice, what do butterflies do anyway?' 'They pollinate, they control other insect numbers, they indicate a healthy environment.' A Red Admiral with it's black and orange wings fluttered around us. The old lady swooshed her net…

THE LAST VETERAN

Ebb and flow, waving goodbye, waving hello. So the sea goes, ceaselessly. Old feet on fresh sand. The water no longer running red. Memories crashing inside his head like waves on the shore. Creaking knees bend, arthritic hands dig into the ground. One old tear trickles down weathered skin. He will never visit again. He…