Outside the Printing Press

On a cobblestone street, in the nineteenth century, there was an old wooden bench. It was very, very old, and grown-ups no longer sat on it, because the wood creaked uncomfortably under their weight and swayed to the side whenever they shifted. This wooden bench sat on the side of this cobblestone road, in front [...]

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Thelma Story

Sitting on a bench at an empty playground was a small child waiting for a friend. The little one wore a shabby faded dress; leather was peeling off her sneakers. She was wrapped in a thin light-gray sweater that was hardly sufficient in the chill wind of autumn. Her simple, rather disheveled appearance – her [...]