The pier runs out into the ocean and stops right where the boats come and go, come and go. When they built it, they knew exactly…
Squashed in his hand was a hollow chocolate Santa Claus. His fingers had melted through Saint Nick, sternum and spine pinched together, left leg…
Spring left behind a docile rain. Umbrellas cut through it, fewer than when the rain poured torrential; it refreshed more than it soaked…