“THUD!” I heard a door slam and felt the window in my tiny motel room shake. I peeked out through … More
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Dreaded Hand Puppet
I looked at the clock on my car radio. 8:47 pm. Grrr! I had been sitting parked near a curb … More
A Tribute: To A Victim
It was a dark and drizzly night in late February as I rounded the sidewalk towards the old flickering neon … More
It's not my fault. 