by D.A.Sanford
One day, a forgetful twelve year old girl left her red notebook on her stoop and went to play. An elderly man picks it up and writes in it about adventures. For the next six years he writes her tales but leaves mementoes to verify that these are really not made up. At age eighteen she receives his final gift, a watch. This is a group of short stories that are of the girl’s adventures and his tales. It is a flight of fantasy that has finds it’s way into others of my stories.