Janice was beyond thrilled this crisp Saturday afternoon. She had been cooking all morning in anticipation of lunch, singing along to Spotify and practically sashaying every step she took. She twirled her way between the oven and the counter, did two-steps over to the sink, and dipped herself (her husband wasn’t interested in dancing) when … More Squabbles

Purpose & Pistols

The following short story was previously posted to my old blog. It was a writing prompt story (though I forget the exact prompt) and I proudly present it, unedited, again here. It had been four days since Robert Bray last caught wind of his brother, George.  It was in a small town back near the … More Purpose & Pistols