Why the Donkey Never Runs (Part 1)

Above the pine forest east of Butterberry Farm, puffs of cloud dappled the sky, each one a floating canvas for Dawn to cast her exquisite pinks and purples and oranges. In the south paddock the big round hill glistened with a hundred thousand shimmering pearls of dew, as two friends climbed up to view the... Continue Reading →

Short Fiction: Last Meal

He slid into the diner booth and stretched his aching legs beneath the table. If the floor were cleaner he would have kicked off his shoes. Outside the window the world was grey: sky, rain and misty highway. It was peaceful. He closed his eyes and breathed deeply, massaging the back of his neck. The... Continue Reading →

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