The Doorway
I climbed the back staircase of my grandparent’s old house.
I climbed the back staircase of my grandparent’s old house.
“Hello.
Saturday mornings were never complete without the obligatory yard sale run.
Martin slipped his battered old pickup into neutral and turned the engine off.
Every day of the week he wears masks, trading one mask for another.
A sharp breeze stirred up the gutter dirt as Danny crossed the otherwise motionless street.