Monthly Archives: June 2017


I’ve always loved stories. Grandfather read them at bedtime. Then he told his stories of the river, the barber shop, or the little elves that lived in his garden.

Words spun worlds in my head, Continue reading Relieved

Bottle and Glass

“I suppose that’s it.” Angus shoveled the student exams in his worn satchel, then rammed the cap on the red pen.

“Aye.” I took another sip of the overly hoppy beer. The place still smelled of fresh paint.

“You’ve made plans then?”

I shrugged. Students entered Continue reading Bottle and Glass