Peter was staring at the movie, although he was not focusing on it at all. There were two Cassies, one on each side of him, holding him tightly. He looked down at each of their smiling faces as they watched the movie. They both looked up at him at the same time.
All tagged story
As he thought back to what had happened, Peter felt a surge of guilt needling its way through his skin, but he attempted to stifle it as best he could. It was his fault, he knew that, there was no denying it.
Christmas Road
The howling wind tightened his hood to cling against his skin. Frost muffled his mouth. “Not yet, Bee”, the rider whispered as he ruffled the stallion’s braided mane. Two braids tangled together, he hadn’t done them as well as Penchant had taught. “Can’t rest yet.”
The Gay Ear
Lola waited for the boy to continue, but he stayed quiet. Which was funny because Samuel was never quiet.
“Yeah?” Lola prompted.
“Which one is the gay ear?”
“What?”
A Comfortable Prison
Thanks to my father, my childhood was filled with trips to the zoo. Ever-fascinated by the diversity, he found the zoo to be an amalgam of unique creatures to explore and study. That's what I loved most about my father, his endless love for all forms of life.
From Our Own Separate Sides
“God, I feel old,” I groan when I finally get the shoes off and sit up.
“C’mon, I’m older than you are,” he laughs from the other side of the bed.
Reflection on the Road
"Where are you heading?"
"Wherever you are, to be frank. I'll just tell you when to drop me off. I really have no set destination, but I'm sure I'll think of one on the way."