Journey into My Imagination
Penelope’s father had been one of the lightest fingered men he ever knew, but Niles had no reason to think Penelope shared those talents. There would be no nepotism here, not on his watch. She would not get this call. This was too big a coup to send a mere woman on. This required a man’s finesse.
Mrs. Nellabell Higgenbottom, such a ridiculous name that her friends called her Nellie. There were those that called her Higgie, but they were not so much her friends.
Quick glances on sleepy morning elevator rides were not enough. She was beautiful – but he didn’t know her name. 24-C, that’s what he called her. He knew because he was 27-C, the awkward artist who had no idea how to approach his beautiful neighbor.
Jim walked around slowly. No one noticed him. It seemed as if the older he got, the more he went unseen. He recalled the first time he brought her here. They were seventeen – he had wanted to surprise her. “A carousel?” she asked, with the haughtiness of adulthood. “Aren’t we a little old for... Continue Reading →
A tenacious beautiful vine will grow in unlikely places, as happened on a ramshackle building in the back of “Ironsides.” The sun, struggling at times through the cascading metal towers, encouraged delicate trumpet blooms to erupt in fiery hues - beauty, out of place in a kingdom reigned by rust and discarded treasures.
Shannon McCauley - Author 