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.
Flash fiction
Picture postcards have been replaced by social media. But they still have a role to play in family history.
Both my great grandmother and I left our family behind to start a new life as married women.
The Evil in the Shadows for Yeah Write's microprose challenge (53 words)
