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There Are No Strangers

There Are No Strangers

The sun, already sinking, gave a last gasp of light and disappeared. I zipped up my coat as night crept into the garden. I should go home, I thought, but the peas I’d sown still needed watering. I turned the nozzle to a soft spray for them. A noise behind me turned my...
The Kindness Of Strangers

The Kindness Of Strangers

Baby clothes were on sale at Target, and I couldn’t resist buying some for Delila, my two-year-old granddaughter. I enjoyed my time picking out things I thought she would like. I waited my turn in the checkout line behind an older gentleman who appeared to be in...