Frannie Takes the Train
The rattle and rumble of the train on its tracks persisted in their pursuit of my sleep.
I gave some old stories a little love and polish. Find them here. They are my personal favourites.
The rattle and rumble of the train on its tracks persisted in their pursuit of my sleep.
It’s late at night and we lie in bed
I put the rest of the tools in the trunk and wheeled it over to the tie-downs.
“Eyes up, soldier,” she said and I did.
Late at night she walks the scene alone
Lamia wrapped the mottled scarf around her light frame, enjoying the silky sensation as the soft cool hide hugged her contours.
Without a single glimpse back, David quietly closed the door and walked down the sidewalk and out of her life.
Respawn.
You don’t have to shovel rain.
arms wide and eyes closed
“You wax the flyer?
“But we have to keep warm,” Jake pleaded as he dropped a pile of blankets on the couch.