mica

Close up, the bit of mica was hard to find.

Two weeks ago, they took away my son Mica who is only 18.

Her mother's question gave Mica something else to focus on.

Mica looked deep into clear blue eyes so like her own.

Mica did not need, or want, another man in her life.

Oh, great, just what Mica needed in her life right now!

Mica did not say anything for at least a minute.

"You was talking about doing the right thing," Mica told me.

Mica could still hear her aunt's voice at the end of the story.

Mica asked about the doors at the end of the hall.

Had it not been for his voice, Mica would never have recognized him.

Before Mica could answer, his next words sent her head spinning.

When Mica nodded, he went on to answer her original question.

Katie was the first to find her voice when Mica stopped talking.

He held a chair out for Mica, and she all but fell into it.

Once decisive and so sure of herself, Mica felt she would never be the same again.

Just the tone of her mother's question put Mica on guard.

Without waiting for a response, Mica collapsed to the ground.

Mica should be happy that she had accomplished her job.

I told him so, and suggested that Mica be his guide.

The problem is mica by nature causes a color shift.

"Mica was so happy to have another little girl to play with.

Mica knew there were numerous things she could share with him, but it was difficult.

The story had passed through the crew, spread by Mica.

And looking out the window, you can see the sun reflecting off the mica.