Sitting in the dark, listening to the heavy, wet snow slough off the branches of the oaks. There is a steady drip from the trees. It was snowing a little bit ago, but for now it has stopped. I hear the crash of a shed collapsing not too far away. The rooster is calling in the day. His girls remain huddled on their perches, unconvinced.
Skeeter and The Veteran
The online literary blog BarBar has published a couple of my stories. Click the link below to read them. Vernon Wade...