It’s snowing out. A few weeks before Christmas Day. You’re shopping for presents. A scarf, red like something burning to … More
Category: realistic
Winter Wind and the Hay Man
The farmer plodded through the rooms of his home. The sun not fully showing yet, the world outside was washed … More
The Orange Bulb and Mama
The beagle slept at the bottom of the bed, on top of the little girl’s covered feet. She was warm … More
The Phones
The smell of gunpowder makes its way into my nose. God. You’d think a cop wouldn’t mind the smell. Might … More
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