The Last Rose It snowed a bit. An early cold, gray day. I wondered if my pictures would do them justice. They looked lonely and sad hanging there in the mid-morn drab.
...And I'm not the only one. There are all these other zombie mommies walking around PathMark with a toddler in tow and no groceries in the cart, talking or attempting to talk on their cell phones. We keep looking at each other with these questioning stares, wondering...