As a kid, snow meant no school and frolicking all day in white powder. As an adult, it meant a stressful catastrophe. I could never afford a snow-capable vehicle, like a truck or SUV, which made adult snow days even more hellish for me. It didn’t matter if conditions were especially bad, I still had to make it into work.
Tag: short fiction
Writers write. That’s all there is to it.
It took Wyatt over thirty years to experience In-N-Out Burger. The joint turned out to be a powder keg ready to blow with one missed pickle.
It’s the first day of spring and Mark is stuck inside his office cubicle. But he dreams of breaking away from his capitalist lifestyle.
Another new year is upon us. There’s optimism in the air, but also a sense of pessimism. I’m not sure if 2020 was worse than 2021, but both years have sucked. Maybe 2022 will be better.