Sweet Dreams, Ephraim

  The road was long, at least, that’s how Ephraim remembered it.   On his way home ¬†and reaching the bottom of his road where the bucket and slop cloth awaited him the following morning. He let out a sigh. ‘That’s one for Mom none for me. Again. At least, the bricks are red andContinue reading “Sweet Dreams, Ephraim”