New Year’s Resolution: Part V..The Final Cup
“I’m sorry, what?” Zoe asked, blinking hard as she looked up at the child talking to her and frowned, because she couldn’t for the life of her recall his name.
“Mom?” the boy said, watching her with keen interest as he handed her the only thing that would save her at this moment.
“Oh, thank god,” she mumbled reverently as she cupped the precious elixir from the gods.
“Can I get you anything else, mother?” the boy asked with a devious little smile that meant something, but she couldn’t quite figure out what that something was.
Everything was so fuzzy. It was hard… Read More