I am writing Again

Hello students This is your old teacher Frank. I am here to tell you that I have been writing again. I welcome your comments and your stories and poems and essays.

These websites are where you will find my new work.

http://poetry367.blogspot.com/

http://stories367.blogspot.com/

Below you will find more work and two blogs

http://taomaster7.weebly.com/

http://storyteller7.weebly.com/

You can email me at taomaster7@yahoo.com
or taomaster7@gmail.com

Thanks,
hope to hear from you,
keep writing,
Frank

the tea party or drinking with Jamie till something comes out

Her mother is both surprised and glad. The surprise is to see me, a stranger at the door asking if Jamie is home. Not many people come here and no one for Jamie. She is glad for that - me being there to see Jamie. Jamie needs friends, she says.
I introduce myself as the neighbor next door, which I am. I do not mention that I am a policewoman. There is no need for that. I do not want to freak the grandmother out. There is nothing sinister in my visit, only my curiosity. I need to meet Jamie. I need to know how she knew what she knew. I need to know how in the world she knew Mr. Dander put his wife's finger in the margarine tub.
I am astonished to find that Jamie is a very small little girl. I find out she nearly four years old (her birthday is next month). There must be some mistake, I think.
"I knew you were coming," she says with a small child's certainty, "so I set another place for you."
"Thank you," I say politely trying not to show my utter bewilderment. How could she know I was coming when I didn't even know I was coming. She leads me to the kitchen where the table is set for six people. Jamie is sitting on one end, I am sitting on the other and between us there is a stuffed bear, a stuffed Sponge Bob, a large doll, and one empty chair.
"Who is that chair for ?" I ask.
"Mr. Pickles." is the quick response. "He is already here."
"Is that the Mr. Pickles that sent me this note ?" I ask holding up the red envelope.
"Oh, no," she says, "I sent you that note. Mr. Pickles wrote it."