

The lock holds firm to the frame as he twists the key to the right. When it finally releases, he goes to […]
He held stiff to the wheel. Hands clenched at 10 and 2. Concentrating. He knew the toaster wasn’t good in the wind. […]
The unemotional revolver staring at my head throbs in perfect rhythm with the frightened finger on the trigger and the blood pumping […]
A life lived in full color.