One Last Letter
Ricky checked his mailbox everyday at just before noon, rain or shine.
I gave some old stories a little love and polish. Find them here. They are my personal favourites.
Ricky checked his mailbox everyday at just before noon, rain or shine.
“Happy New Year!
Okay, Nicholas.
Special ornament
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.
thin glaze on puddles
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.
Racing down the mountain side