The Doorway
I climbed the back staircase of my grandparent’s old house.
I gave some old stories a little love and polish. Find them here. They are my personal favourites.
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.
JOHN’S RUN John was in the zone.
“I have something to tell you”, said Dana quietly, barely audible.
A sharp breeze stirred up the gutter dirt as Danny crossed the otherwise motionless street.
It was a dark and stormy night.