” I am convinced that the only people worthy of consideration in this world are the unusual ones. For the common folk are like the leaves of a tree, and live and die unnoticed.”

– The Scarecrow, “The Marvelous Land of Oz”, L. Frank Baum

Excerpt from a new story:

I laid by the pond, my chin resting in my right hand as I watched mini sail boats race against the slight breeze, my left knee bent with my foot in the air playing with my flip flop and tapping it to a rhythm that could fit any sort of mood, and for the first time in ages, I felt at peace.