"Careful! They won't be worth anything if you rip them!" Duane said, divvying up tickets between the four crazed kids flying high on cotton candy and an overdose of sensory input. He came away with little wisps of blue and pink stuck to his hands and sleeves. Duane's wife, Catherine, began laughing. "Tiffany and I... Continue Reading →
The Farmhouse
Memories become shifting, mercurial things over time, especially those overflowing with emotion. Beautiful recollections become brighter, elevated in our minds, while dark imaginings become increasingly volatile, unstable, like old sticks of dynamite, prone to ill-timed explosions. This is why it took me twenty years to return to the farmhouse. The abandoned house came into view,... Continue Reading →