Moby on the Beach
I closed my book and tossed it aside.
I gave some old stories a little love and polish. Find them here. They are my personal favourites.
I closed my book and tossed it aside.
Jack and Jill lay on the hill
Dawn’s dim light glows in the porch windows.
My life will never be the same.
My life will never be the same.
The Cessna’s wings clipped the tops off several jack pine as it thundered through the brush on its way down.
A gust of wind stirred up the dust of the deserted street.
There once was a lady, hailing from the circus
I probably shouldn’t have been drinking last night.
Cuddles, you go first.
So, you see, I’m really quite worried about your health.
Eunice sniffed the milk carton left on the counter and wrinkled her nose, swallowing hard against her rising gorge.