Of Tea and Twisted Hinges

A white door stands at the end of a long hallway in my mind.There is an object on the door and some lettering.I walked closer to see. Odd. The paint on the door looksfresh. The object is a red cross. A sign above the doorreads “Intensive Care.” A small gold plate hangs below thecross andContinue reading “Of Tea and Twisted Hinges”