The Way Home
The white line on the highway blurred and steadied.
I gave some old stories a little love and polish. Find them here. They are my personal favourites.
The white line on the highway blurred and steadied.
Let’s get the moral of the story up front, shall we?
I can’t find the time to write.
Doug leans back in his Lazyboy and stretches his arms over his head with laced fingers.
Once upon a time, there was a beautiful kingdom.
I relish the fine minutia of perfection.
Mary had a disgruntled little lamb
Bruno Gruff scratched his flea-bitten crotch and stared out the window.
I hear them, wriggling and squirming, first to my left, then my right, and then it filled my whole world with noise.
Water dripped from high above.
“But what if I hold it like this?
“Sky Captain,” said Willem.