Part one of this story can be found here: https://broussardlana.wordpress.com/2017/10/22/at-the-shopette-pt-1/ “What’s your name?” asked the dark cop. “Greg….Greg Taylor,” I said. “So Greg, you…
Tag: guilt
As sorrow bounced in soft waves upon the moonlight the sweet earth prepared the young man brimming with melancholy conquered by the sting of hollow…