Trembling Aspen

Anyone who'd spent the last decade of their life felling trees in the Canadian wilderness would find the forest familiar; to Calvin Ross, it was as comfortable as sipping hot coffee in his favorite recliner. Yet as the fog rolled in and dusk gave way to night's heavy hand, Calvin's spirit filled with trepidation. She... Continue Reading →

The Gallery

Quentin sauntered through the museum alone, taking a serpentine path through crowds of people all thoroughly more interested than he. A vibrant red Cardinals hat sat over dark locks of unkempt, thinning hair; he told his girlfriend, Lila, it would make it easier to spot him in the crowd. He found any museums boring, but... Continue Reading →

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