Marty McFly is fleeing from Libyan terrorists. He runs into the, now famous, DeLorean and starts the car. He accelerates, and as it reaches 88 miles per hour, the car gets enveloped by electrical activity, and suddenly, it just disappears,…
This was written by me almost a year ago as I prepared to meet my friends from school. Friends I was going to meet after thirty-two years. I will meet with my old friends today. Thirty-two years separate me from…
I bring my cup closer to my lips. Promptly, I sense the treasured aroma wafting into my eager snout. As I take a sip, the warmth of the cup embraces my lips. I feel the liquid washing over my tongue.…