The 6th installment of my son’s fiction blog series.
Tuesday, June 5, 1917 – Courage
“What’s that book, Teach?” Richie asked. May turned her gaze from her journal to look at him from under the shade of her sun hat. Richie was squinting from the glaring sunlight, dressed in his suit with his hands casually in his pants pockets. His flat cap did little to keep out the sun, but it looked fetching on him.
“My grandfather’s journal,” May replied. “Since he passed, it’s passed to me. I haven’t written anything for a few weeks and thought I would probably have time today.”
“Journal, huh?” Richie asked. He grinned and looked at her sideways. “Am I in there?”… Read more