Station Walk

It was a long walk from the cottage to the station. The cicadas chirped and the humidity clenched Country Boy's lungs as he hurried to the in the interim of evening and night. Scuffed up sneakers, worn by time and needless scratching on sidewalk corners. The scene - as set by time: Bright lights don't do well … Continue reading Station Walk

“Grandmother’s House”

Trees and other shadows can play against the mind at night, especially when inside a dark forest. Stumbling through the brush, just barely seeing the groggy path, Eliza finally pushed through the last of the vegetation that tried to consume her. Bending over to catch her breath, (for she always ran when going to visit … Continue reading “Grandmother’s House”