ALIVE AGAIN,
by Franklyn SearightFoster, a retired chemist, opened a small packet of sugar and poured it into his coffee, added a little cream and took a sip. Much better; nothing like a hot soothing drink, slightly bitter but altered to suit his taste. Now, if Mandy would answer her cell phone and explain why she felt it necessary to divorce him, he would be at peace with the world and its overwhelming grief.
“She’s probably still annoyed with my behavior last night,” he reasoned, unable to comprehend what she believed to be his carelessness. It was not his doing her pet parakeet, Sparky, flying from the living room chandelier to its cage in the kitchen—-a frequent and routine excursion—-miscalculated and landed in a pan of sizzling grease.
Geeze! Like it was his fault.
Trying to conv
