“I went with Jenny to that new coffee shop on the south side of town today.” Brad made a noncommittal sound. “It’s over by that hole that opened up and swallowed the nail salon. It was on the news.” Brad looked up from his phone. “You should see it,” Megan…
It’s been rather silent on my blog lately. Besides the regular Internet absence brought on by the holidays, I’ve been working on things not ready for public viewing. One, I’ve been preparing for The Unremarkable Squire blog tour coming up in February. That’s been interesting, since I’ve heard of these so-called…
The defendant stood when he was called, a tall, handsome figure in the mold of Jimmy Stewart. He blinked a little and ambled to the stand, his back erect, but not proud—assured. There were some growths of hair upon his chin and upper lip, as if he had forgotten to…