I got home from work and set about making dinner. I had been debating most of the afternoon what I would end up having. Before getting home, I couldn't even remember what I had at home to even make for dinner. Some cans of tuna in the cabinet? Sandwich meat in the fridge but no … Continue reading Just About the Dumbest Thing I Could Do
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Go Home Again
The bus pulled into the station at exactly 7:03. The sun was long gone and the tiny town was lit by street lights and blinking traffic lights. Kathryn stepped off the Greyhound and closed up her jacket. She had forgotten how cold this place got on a January evening. She walked over to the side … Continue reading Go Home Again
The Confusing Middle 