Tag: literary friends

My name is Frances. I’m sitting in the back seat of Mr. Giordano’s car, and next to me is Ciccio, my best friend.Ciccio isn’t a doll or a stuffed animal, but he’s not a real child either—and I’m the only one who can be close...

I don't know if you can too, but I can dream with my eyes open. In my dream I walk barefoot on the wet grass. The wind blows through my hair and the sun shines on my face. I see a squirrel jumping from tree...

Ellen sat on the footstool and looked down thoughtfully at the lion. He lay on his stomach on the floor at her feet. "Whenever you and I have a conversation I do all the talking, don't I?" she said. The lion remained silent. "I never let you say...