Teetering on the crest of a marbled bluff, overlooking a field of wilting wildflowers, stands a lightning scarred red birch known as the Judgement Tree. . . .
I was restless, reckless, and bored — a dangerous combination. While binge drinking in a nameless dive bar, on a particularly frigid winter day, I . . .
He came with the blooming flowers, just as the first taste of spring arrived. Ragged, torn clothes falling off his skeletal frame, the man crawled . . .
“I’m concerned about your future. I don’t want you to be a fuck up.” Johan’s father ran his hands through his salt-and-pepper hair, a solemn . . .
Old Man Gumpy was the town’s oldest resident, how old exactly was the subject of much speculation and debate; some said he was born ancient. . . .
“Incredible, just incredible.” A young doctor with boyish good looks stroked the few chin hairs he had available. “I can’t believe it, we’ve fucking done . . .