What may happen at the security line at the airport (flash fiction)
A short short for Hallowe'en.
How my journey to overcoming PTSD started.
The only steakhouse in this minuscule west Texas town does steak night on Saturdays. We get there at about 7. The door opens with a loud creak. Diners look up from their ribeye steaks and dinner rolls. Conversation fades. They gaze at us from under the brims of their hats. Even the deer mounted on… Continue reading You ain’t from around here
The itinerant blade grinder, the keeper of a dying trade.