THE-Honest-Man

It had been a week since Casey had kissed Jared. The two hadn't spoken much in those days, and Casey was beginning to panic. Very shortly after their kiss, Jared pulled back, his face aflame. "C-Casey…" He started, "I- uh…I'm sorry. I've imagined this happening many times in the past, and I never thought it would happen. But…now that it is happening…I never once imagined that I would have to think about this. I'm sorry Casey." Flushed, Jared turned around and headed home before Casey could interject. Since then, the two seemed really awkward around each other. Jared did not visit Casey at all, and even when the two were i

My Grandmother was always one to collect small trinkets from yard sales, antique stores, auctions, etc. As a result, she always had something interesting on display somewhere in her house. One of the most fascinating objects was a small music box. It had an almost enchanting raven black shell with elegant rose petals painted in a beautifully vibrant shade of red. The boundaries of where the box opened were a dazzling gold color. The interior was a beautiful polished mahogany with a carved silhouette of a spinning ballerina, painted red. The music is played was hauntingly serine, albeit a bit solemn .I remember visiting her house and sitting