Poetry and Prose
It's possible to have both in one short story? What do you think? Sunflowers Their heads had turned down. The seeds were dropping, my seeds were dropping. He caught me at an off time; I knew this one would be a girl. I knew she would not be right. We were blessed with two beautiful boys. They came with full heads of blond, almost white curly hair, a year-and-a-half apart. Two healthy rambunctious, playful, happy boys, a gift from the Universe. We were blessed, but I feared, n