Sharon's Tale
* Sharon closed her car door and walked along the stone walk-way to her front door. Already the work week was fading. It was Friday, and all that lay ahead of her now was a weekend of rest. She certainly would’ve preferred it if Mark hadn’t run off golfing for the entire weekend without her, but she didn’t want to think about that now. Sharon stopped thinking about Mark and looked down by the front door. On the porch lay a small package about the size of a shoe box. It was wrapped in plain brown paper and had been hand delivered, for there was no address on the package, only a note that was taped to the outside. She picked up the package and went inside, reading the note as she walked. ...