F7U12, Winter!
winter sucks
winter sucks
Dez hung sloppily off the arm of Scott.
Eunice set the picture of their Caribbean vacation on the side table as quietly as she could, trying not to wake him.
Janine’s leg bounced and jittered as if it had a mind of its own.
The rattle and rumble of the train on its tracks persisted in their pursuit of my sleep.
It’s late at night and we lie in bed
I put the rest of the tools in the trunk and wheeled it over to the tie-downs.
“Eyes up, soldier,” she said and I did.
Late at night she walks the scene alone
Without a single glimpse back, David quietly closed the door and walked down the sidewalk and out of her life.
You don’t have to shovel rain.
arms wide and eyes closed