On Devil’s Rock
Looking back on our younger days.
Fiction
Frozen
I hate winter, despite the fact I’ve lived up north for many years. The cold seems to kill something inside me, and year after year, when I put away the patio furniture and my summer clothes, I cocooned myself inside the house and waited for the frozen world to thaw. Through four long months of
The Thompson House
The old Thompson house sat between a church and an empty lot. The house itself was slated for demolition, having failed to procure another wealthy patron to take up the cause. With lead glass windows and turrets that faced the front of the house, it stood silent and empty – a memory of another era.
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