freelancethink

"Isn't it grand to be in love?"

Looking back, after he ran that first stop sign I should have known something wasn't right.

There I was drinking well whiskey at a seedy airport motel that wasn't even my own.

Despite the cold winter air, she sat outside smoking a hand rolled cigarette

Its snow problem in Hotlanta

Staring at the stapler I got from Staples from my bed