how a man…

Josh was going out of his way this potluck Sunday. As he offered time and again to get Dr. L. something more to drink, we were pretty sure Josh had something up his sleeve. I never did find out what Josh did to the next cup of water, but the conversation it all sparked took…

Reading by the hearth

by Bethanne Crackles rang from the wood stove. Fire devoured the wood inside, efficiently providing heat for the cool fall afternoon. Above the faint sounds of the fire, I heard my aunt reading aloud. The story was not new, but I was soon caught up in it as if for the first time. Reading aloud…

The End.

The End.