After eight hours of cutting bargeboard and driving anchor bolts, Kevin walked down searing sidewalks. He approached the corner of 2nd and Folsom where he…
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Whispering Falls was a bit of a lie because there were no falls at all, just a river that every now and then, completely…
So I found myself walking atop Big Blue trying to talk a vampire down from the ledge. Of course, I knew him, after all, we…
In case you need to read the previous: https://broussardlana.wordpress.com/2017/06/05/leaving-witt-2/ “So long, Eliza, see you tomorrow at school.” At school the next day, Joey stuffed…
It was the end of the day and my cousin Joey and I were skating in the concrete drainage ditch on the outskirts of town.…
For an unknown reason, her mother stopped the wagon in the middle of the woods, “Lila,” she said, “You go on and get out right…
Dusk one evening dialing back to right after Disco was ditched to the tune of bad boys. My cousin, Dennis in his ’67 GMC pickup…
Aunt Agnes was stone silent for a change as she stared at the accent green wall in her small room. “Green is one of those…
Seamus Blackmore fastened his gun holster to his waist and took a deep breath. He was ready. In a few minutes, he would face that…