A request from a stranger

A scorching September Saturday in 1997. There’s rowdy cheering and laughter of children running and hopping around outside, and metal … More

Good Ole Gladys

“Next time I find you drunk and passed out on the side walk…I’m leaving you there.”

Her lips frown as if she smells a rancid stench while her head nods side to side.
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