No melting asphalt, otherwise good 25 Words In the 1950s I noticed the asphalt melting on a summer day and smelled fresh yellow curb paint while feeling brain cells die. Not now. In Nail Polish. True story. Had to be 25 words. I don't … Continue reading Licorice Canary
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Read My Shorts
Not the best models (at least for me) Word count 1676 Mortality I have the body of a twenty year old. I keep it in the refrigerator for midnight snacks. I was worried when I was told that I was in room 205 … Continue reading Read My Shorts
I Won’t Take Manhattan
Toss up between this and a wheat field. Tough call. Word Count 1,434 Not that Manhattan, the Big Apple, Bright Lights Big City, this is the little apple, dim lights, little city in Kansas. I ended up there after my third year of a … Continue reading I Won’t Take Manhattan
Doug Hawley 