Winter in a Nutshell
You don’t have to shovel rain.
I gave some old stories a little love and polish. Find them here. They are my personal favourites.
You don’t have to shovel rain.
arms wide and eyes closed
“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.
My name is Gracie and I am the Sentinel.
We’re twins, you and I.
Ricky checked his mailbox everyday at just before noon, rain or shine.
“Happy New Year!
Okay, Nicholas.
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...