Story Time Sunday, 09/22/13. Taraxacum part 5

That’s when I trip over a piece of driftwood. Or something. It’s long and narrow and half buried. I stumble in the sand and hit my head on it.  It gives a little, but it does hurt. I put my hand to my forehead, shake my head, open my eyes. And there I am lying … Continue reading Story Time Sunday, 09/22/13. Taraxacum part 5