tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10304706.post8053317958968703914..comments2024-01-11T16:54:20.523-05:00Comments on Living Stone Faith: My Fantasy Dream - The ElevatorVicki M. Taylorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12101858878856516622noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10304706.post-46248300127617406262013-10-23T08:44:45.972-04:002013-10-23T08:44:45.972-04:00Lisa, that's exactly how I dream of meeting hi...Lisa, that's exactly how I dream of meeting him one day. Thanks for the compliment on my writing. I wanted to evoke how frustrated I was with the darn suitcase, and about any mother I know would relate to having to drag a child along at some time in their life, eh?Vicki M. Taylorhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12101858878856516622noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10304706.post-8897026235871027742013-10-23T07:15:52.665-04:002013-10-23T07:15:52.665-04:00I think he would be just that wonderful and dreamy...I think he would be just that wonderful and dreamy in real life. (except he'd also be saving your life. He seems to save a lot of people)! :)<br /><br />I love this sentence "I stopped dragging it and picked it up, shaking it for a second as if it were an insolent child dragging its heels." So perfect and evocative!! --LisaThe Dose of Realityhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16698270174244913926noreply@blogger.com