One day Molly cried as she sat on her bicycle on the corner of Raglan and Urquhart Street. “Mum”, she cried, “I hate this stupid bike.” Her knees brushed the handle bars as she cycled along. She had overheard fifteen-year-old Nikki from next door remark, “She looks like a clown.” Molly thought Nikki was mean. … Continue reading The Bicycle Girls
(Photo by Joe Mazza at Brave Lux) I’m a stage actor based in Chicago. I’ve been a working actor for ten years. I have been very lucky in my career in many ways. I have worked with and f… Source: Do Better
The white light broke through the shadows and there he stood on the thin strip between desiccated grass and rippling tarmac. His dog was at his knee; its blue- black head punctuated by the comma of its lolling tongue.