To Run_Snow Stories_Sir Wittenhouse Island_Young Cow Love
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To Run
“You won’t recognize the city in the morning. Dawn changes things. The river, the trees, the buildings. The rising sun makes them breathe.”“But I won’t be able to,” Paul looked down and nudged a frayed tug rope with his toe. Barkley raised his head with reserved interest and quickly assessed that the human was in no mood to play, which was okay – he was having a nice snooze, soothed by their voices, anyway. He rested his head again.“It’s good for you. First week we’ll just go around the neighborhood. We don’t have to take longer jogs through the park until you’re ready.”There was a disconnect ...
Snow Stories
I truly can't loowww.onedoor.cck away. The snow is breathtaking. There is so much beauty in snow. It’s so pure. It’s such a treat. Many would say that growing up in the South robs you of this experience. But, I would say that growing up in the South actually makes the experience of snow even better. Snow is so rare that it really is a treat whenever you get some. Snow always made me feel like I was a child again. And I think we all have our southern snow stories. Whenever it snows, we each pull from our memory our best snow tale. “Remember that time it snowed and …” Or “where were you for ‘Snowmageddon,’” a...
Sir Wittenhouse Island
Sir Wittenhouse lifts his head to find that he is nearly upon the beach of some strange remote island in the middle of the ocean, having been adrift on an inflatable yellow raft after the sinking of his yacht:"Well I'll be damned…" he says.And this is not a normal, everyday "Well I'll be damned." This is the most astonished, parched, hopeful, sun-burnt, exhausted, exclamatory "Well I'll be damned" the world has ever seen.He jumps from the raft into the shallow surf and drags it beside him up onto the beach. It looks like a relatively small island. One could walk all the way around it in, say, ...
Young Cow Love
I placed the turkey on the table then grabbed two plates. I set them side by side when the doorbell rang. ”Damn!” I muttered. Good enough. I sighed then called out, “COMING!” I raced to the door and opened it.“Hey, happy Valentine’s Day!” Maya gave me a huge teddy bear.“Woah! I haven't been that good of a boyfriend, have I?” I said and kissed her.”No, but it's good enough." She kissed me back. I grabbed her hand and led her into the dining room. She gasped. “You did this?"“Yep, I slaved hours in the kitchen just for you."“But, you hate cooking."“Yeah. It was either this or McDonalds."”Then, I’...