After Leaving
My life after her? To say the least it was filled with cheap Smokey motel rooms on some long forgotten roads buried under by the appearance of highways. To say honestly I don't remember where I went or where I have been. I spent a while in one place....
Coming Home
As I pull up to the house it is dark, silent as the grave. She is asleep I say to myself. I get ready to pull out but then the lighting of the coming storm flashes over head and I see her then. Standing in the doorway. She holds my old .45 caliber. I...
We just let it happen.... in the forest
Now Michael was a semi popular kid especially among the younger classmen. They looked up to him as a big brother and a mentor, and Michael liked that he could be that person for them. One of his really close friends though a small dog by the name of...