Story Notes:
I don't have any spare time on my hands but I wanted to write a little something.
She's sitting over on the bench, chicken wrap in hand and a small canvas and paints beside her. Her hair is waving in the wind, glittering gloriously in the daylight. "Hey, Pam!" I call out, my pace quickening as she turns her head. Her smile glows brighter than the Sun as she replies; "Hey, Honey!"
