Bruce Blackwell, is a story I wrote, between November 19th and November 23rd, 2018. Bruce is a designer, and blue print expert, for a large firm.
One winter’s night, it was so cold, that all the smoke from the chimneys, went straight up into space. The kind of evening when man, nor beast would be outside.
Giving is the best feeling of all. Christmas brings out the best in all of us, and the bad in others. There are many charities to give to, so if not money, gives toys, a visit to the lonely senior down the street, and help others. God Bless.
Christmas, (to me) is a wonderful time of the year. People carry smiles on their faces, that aren’t usually there all year round. The feeling of giving, or helping a friend in need is a great way to celebrate.
Bruce had gone on a very long ski-doo ride, and Bruce’s hands were freezing. In his mind he conjured up visions of frost bite, and having his fingers amputated.
Bruce Blackwell, is the type of person who has his own way of doing things. He’s a man of his word. We will follow Bruce, on his journey in life.
Dorthy and Pennie were like two peas in a pod. When they were five it was friends, at first sight, they were like twins from another mother.