One Last Letter
Ricky checked his mailbox everyday at just before noon, rain or shine.
Ricky checked his mailbox everyday at just before noon, rain or shine.
“Happy New Year!
Okay, Nicholas.
I’m not a religious man, but sitting at head of the table where my grandfather would have normally sit, I looked around to my rarely-assembled family, all ea...
“Blinky, put that wrench down and get over here.
Young Mary laced my bodice tight and helped me into my skirts.
Not every Fayre could be trusted.
I constructed my lair from the choicest rock candy, not dollar store seconds.
“A strange thing happened on the way to the bus stop,” I said, taking a plate from the rack and wiping it.
The bus hit a bump and my head snapped back, cracking against the glass window.
“What seems to be the problem, Officer?
I sat on the steel cot and stared at the three other people in with me: the chick and two dudes.