“…that’s when they said I should leave.” Mike searched the bottom of his glass. “Hit me again, will ya Sammy?”… Read more Enough

“…that’s when they said I should leave.” Mike searched the bottom of his glass. “Hit me again, will ya Sammy?”… Read more Enough
Sunglasses, vest-top, short shorts, liberally applied factor 50 and flip-flops. Aside from grabbing the canvas bags and car keys, Sandra… Read more Big Shop
“What a tangled web we weave, when first we practice to deceive.” Sam had often thought about the words his… Read more Sam rests his case
Drip Drip Drip He shuffled in the bed. A calculated shuffle; just wiggly enough and just noisy enough to wake… Read more Awake
I used to love it when he took me for walks. The longer the better. We’d often end up off… Read more Walkies