Cut and Run
Amy hung sloppily off the arm of Scott.
Amy hung sloppily off the arm of Scott.
The rattle and rumble of the train on its tracks persisted in their pursuit of my sleep.
“Eyes up, soldier,” she said and I did.
Late at night she walks the scene alone
Special ornament
Racing down the mountain side
I grabbed the first aid kit off the cabin wall and a jug of water.
It was a dark and stormy night, my wife and daughter were driving to a Fire Hall outside Chester for a family gathering.
Jamie slammed his hand against the dash of the car and the heater fan rattled to life.
“You can do this,” he said with an intensity that made me smile.
My thumb flicked the striker of the lighter and the spark gave birth to yet another flame.
All eyes were either on Scott’s hands or Amy’s outfit.