by Janet Fichter | Fiction
Photo by Sabine van Erp on Pixabay It was a typical Saturday. I was up early to get my morning exercise in and fix breakfast for my husband. Like usual, I felt a bit rushed knowing I also needed to visit my mother. These weekly visits with her took most of the day,...
by Janet Fichter | Fiction
Photo by Martin Adams on Unsplash The brilliance of light permeates every direction; and though I try to see beyond it, there is no way to discover its source. Nothing with defined form or shape is visible, for no darkness is allowed. Yet, somehow in the midst of...