Photojournalist, in and around Nashville. I write occasionally if coerced or if the spirit moves me.
“Lemme get a light from ya’,” he said.
She reached in her pocket for the brushed chrome lighter, once her mother’s, and handed it to him. He flipped the top open with his thumb…
"Graveyard" I said, "sit down here and tell me how does a man get to be named Graveyard?"