Winter in a Nutshell
You don’t have to shovel rain.
I don’t ski.
Photo by lostinmiami
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Trick or Treat
Moldy sugar and weevily flour, Some rancid butter at the Witching Hour.
An Ending.
Without a single glimpse back, David quietly closed the door and walked down the sidewalk and out of her life.
A Bargain
Saturday mornings were never complete without the obligatory yard sale run.
The Craftsman
“You see, Detective, I have a little problem with knives.