Enjoy a little fiction this month! They live in the screened in porch all summer long, particularly on these hot days when the ancient...
In the mornings I rise easily, called from bed by birdsong and the lowing of various farm animals stirring. No matter if it’s full sun...
The Pinecone; short fiction
The pinecone sat beside the ashtray which was overflowing, the butts rolling carelessly onto the once white lace doily that Alice found...