After It Rains

  ~*~ “Mummy … what’s that smell, you know, after it rains?” Cindy looks at me with her big, brown eyes full of wonder, just a hint of a pucker on her lips to show me she’s not really sure what she’s smelling. “Feet, darling.” “Feet!” Now her look is one of abject horror. I’ve thrown … More After It Rains


   ~*~ On hiatus. A moment suspended. Away. Relief. Respite. Relaxation. Vacation. That’s me! See you in a couple of weeks. Ciao! ~*~ Thanks for visiting … Dorothy ©Dorothy Chiotti, Aimwell CreativeWorks 2014