“Shit,” Paul curses under his breath as he tips over a jar of jelly. It joins the myriad of stains from cans of wet dog food and pre-made spaghetti sauce on the cabinets. The counters are no better off than the cabinets.
Tag: Friday
Fiction Friday 8/9/19
‘See Emily Play’ wasn’t a happy song, not really. It was about a girl, Emily, who didn’t take advantage of the day in front of her. The harmonies were inspiring, and the message had a certain hope to it
Fiction Friday 8/2/2019
No one just starts doing methamphetamines. Except Carolyn.
