Author: Wicked Witch of the Words

I can see it, clear as day, as if I’m looking in a mirror. Years from now, when I’m old and gray, I’ll be sitting on a bench on the porch of my tiny home far, far away from the hubbub of city life. Somewhere no one can find me. A porch facing the mountains,…

Author’s Note: If you’ve read this before today, April 12th, 2026, you know the story could use a bit of fine-tuning. I’m always revisiting my work, tweaking things to make it better. Here’s another attempt at polishing something I love and enjoyed writing. ~ * ~ * ~ “This better be good,” I thought as…