I love watching the neighborhood kids play because they go about it like my brother and I used to, riding their bikes like the hounds of hell are on their heels, tearing up the alleys, ducking in and out of yards, or streaking down sidewalks.
Five thousand words. Ninety thousand to go, but who’s counting? It seems I’m finally settling into the beginning of this new story. Months ago, I decided on a setting and a working title. Now, with the other project waiting in the wings, this is a
They can be found walking down the street as if they have all the time in the world. If she’s outside, their eyes will find her and linger just a little too long. They continue staring, and when they get closer, she’ll kneel as if