Please, lend ears and silence, everyoneLeave earlier tales millennia entombed…
September, 2019
My Sweet Paul,
Toby awoke with a gut-wrench jolt, the kind that gripped at your innards and yanked you out of the haze of dreams.
Best to leave the old weeds alone.
Your brain is lying to you.
The bell jangled with the closing door. The lawyer, all four hundred pounds of him dodged the tourists on the sidewalk and disappeared…
days end, night begins, yet memory persistspieces of…
Nigel smiled excitedly as he set down packs of razors, pins, and needles on one of his kitchen counter, and a bag of single-serve…