The White City

From her first step off the el train, Maggie’s eyes widened in wonder. The newspaper accounts and word-of-mouth tales of the grand White City paled in comparison with her green eyes looking at the real thing. After seven years in America, she was accustomed to the sight of buildings tall enough to reach the sky,Continue reading “The White City”

Irish Eyes

Twas a cool breeze out that night on the streets of Manhattan, but for me, it was as frigid as the snow queen herself.  I felt the icy stare of me mistress, my friend, see straight through me as if I were nothing but a ghostly figure, not even there.  To her, I may haveContinue reading “Irish Eyes”