Down the Hill
“You wax the flyer?
“You wax the flyer?
“But we have to keep warm,” Jake pleaded as he dropped a pile of blankets on the couch.
Amy wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth and flushed the toilet quickly before her mother asked questions.
Ricky checked his mailbox everyday at just before noon, rain or shine.
“Happy New Year!
Special ornament
I’m not a religious man, but sitting at head of the table where my grandfather would have normally sit, I looked around to my rarely-assembled family, all ea...
thin glaze on puddles
“A strange thing happened on the way to the bus stop,” I said, taking a plate from the rack and wiping it.
Racing down the mountain side
The bus hit a bump and my head snapped back, cracking against the glass window.
“What seems to be the problem, Officer?