The Writer
He motioned with his left hand at the girl as she walked by his table, his head still down looking at his journal. “More coffee?” she asked motioning toward his…
He motioned with his left hand at the girl as she walked by his table, his head still down looking at his journal. “More coffee?” she asked motioning toward his…
This is another short-short story I wrote a couple of years ago. You might notice that it is not sci-fi which is my general comfort zone. Both of these were…
This is a short-short story I wrote a little while back. It’s short and simple but I hope you will enjoy it. The first thing Paul Winclef noticed was the…