
Feeding the Crows: Fiction for Halloween
A cloud crosses the sun. I shiver at the sudden drop in temperature. The clapping of wings tells me the crows have departed. Continue reading Feeding the Crows: Fiction for Halloween
A cloud crosses the sun. I shiver at the sudden drop in temperature. The clapping of wings tells me the crows have departed. Continue reading Feeding the Crows: Fiction for Halloween
I have no tickles, never had. I used to tell my kids that they all fell out as I snapped back up from the bottom of a bungee jump Continue reading A Date With. . . Max Power