“Yeah, we have chicken. But we’ve run out of mayonaise.” Continue reading Fishing.
His hands won’t stop. They twitch these days. They smell of nicotine and soap… Continue reading Untitled.
Her audacity was always accepted on account of her looks… Continue reading Can I sit?
If our desires were as measured as our love, maybe we’d still be together. Continue reading Untitled.
My baby girl and her bride – they stood up… Continue reading Our brothers fight.
He woke to a knock on his Unit 12 door. A delivery. Registered post… Continue reading A delivery to the Black Spur Motel.
It was far from a lavish lifestyle… Continue reading Chapter 5 (The Tale of Sticky Killer).