and the rain went rollin down the windowpanes, and the shadows wiggled n' squiggled on her check and forehead like black veins.
To write is human, to edit is divine.
Just the act of cooking made her feel better, because cooking was life.
The things a man sees when he ain't got a gun.--Watson the Caretaker
They walked through the rainy dark like gaunt ghosts, and Garraty didn't like to look at them. They were the walking dead.
Small towns harbor small imaginations.