Down at the Bowling Alley By: Cameron A. Straughan Copyright 2015 He grasped the bowling ball tightly, nervously, perspiration almost Continue reading
Even the most banal day-to-day activities conceal a dark, treacherous undercurrent that threatens to wash away the spilt milk of human kindness. No sense crying over it. Might as well laugh – until your blood glucose returns to normal.
Fish pants? Sure, I bought a pair. Two fish that is – cod. Big ones, because I’m a tall person. Continue reading
The Battle By: Cameron A. Straughan Copyright © 2015 Lying on the battlefield, we revelled in the sun. The mud Continue reading
She appeared before him, pure and simple, like a Montgomery Clift postcard. Her lips opened violently, sending teeth flying straight Continue reading