The gist of it is simple. I give you the start of a line/story and you continue on. This week: My sister Sally and I always had such fun when we were kids. We were less than a year apart in age so it was almost like we were twins. We even went out of…
The gist of it is simple. I give you the start of a line/story and you continue on. This week: One. Two. Three. He caressed each bullet in the palm of his hand before slipping it into its chamber. He had done this dozens of times before but somehow tonight it felt poetic. Four. Five….
The gist of it is simple. I give you the start of a line/story and you continue on. This week: When we signed up, volunteered really, we never expected it to be more than a six month term. Three years later we are still battling over who…
The gist of it is simple. I give you the start of a line/story and you continue on. This week: “Sylvie! Sylvie! Damn it, where are you child?” I peeked through the planks of the porch stairs at Aunt Hinie’s uneven stockings. Her worn shoes disappeared from view and I heard the porch door squeak…