The Farm
Sittin’ on the back porch singin’ my favorite song. The summer is too short and the winter is too long. I’m dreamin’ of my baby…
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A Pointed Fence
A piercing scream cracked the bedroom mirror. The cracks burst into showers of confetti. Larger slivers of glass fired across the room, embedded in the…
BunRabs
“It’s a myth,” clucked Doris as she picked at her salad. “I don’t believe it, not for one instant.” “You’re just a spring chicken, dear,”…
