“No, Signor, not this one, this one instead. Fifty, I charge fifty.” He spoke as he handed...
The first time I met Wesley Morgan. I didn’t want to like him. That’s a shameful admission, but it’s true. Wesley isn’t...
It was too humorous for Andrea to stand. This man growing impatient with him while he was trying to treat him honestly! ...
I was standing at the counter of my local Computer Fix-It Store- I should back up, here; every now and again my...
Gabriella was on a day of repose and he was alone in his shop that morning worrying over some small detail of...
“Tell me what?” Mother demanded. I elbowed my little brother hard in the ribs in the...
He had asked the man at the desk if he knew where there was a shop close by, but the man did...
This article originally appeared in The DogHouse Manifesto on October 27th, 2012. In view of some recent events, I have decided to re-run...
After dinner the two of them lingered around the table and sipped a coffee while Franco enjoyed his once a day vice,...
The church house, that’s what everyone called it, sat snugly if quietly and dangerously on the corner of Lexington Street at Jefferson....