Continue On Saturdays

The gist of it is simple. I give you the start of a line/story and you continue on. This week: I have been taking the path between Hinkley Square and Margin Road for the last six months. At 5:30 a.m. it is mostly quiet except for the occasional little dog walker and fellow runner. I…

The gist of it is simple. I give you the start of a line/story and you continue on. This week: She sat in the 1979 Mustang Indy Pace with the engine running. It wasn’t environmentally friendly but she wanted to be sure she could fall in line behind him when he came out of the…

The gist of it is simple. I give you the start of a line/story and you continue on. This week: I was fourteen years old when my father died. The last words I spoke to him were, “I’d rather die than have you as a father.” I stormed out and went to a party. When…

The gist of it is simple. I give you the start of a line/story and you continue on. This week: I was waiting for my sister Annie to come back to the car with news of the job. It was raining so heavy it was hard to see ten feet away but I kept my…