Matt

They called him Freddy Krueger, which, was not only mean but unoriginal. On the playground, the girls would creep up to him then go running off screaming at the top of their lungs. The boys would see him in the hallways, nudge each other, lean in close, staring at him like he was fine print.... Continue Reading →

Treasure

After I got things situated, I stood and worked to wrestle open the bay door to the garage. I hardly ever opened except on super-hot days. Mostly I just used the little door to the side. Hmm. Maybe six feet wide. Ten feet deep. Plenty of space for what I’d found. But I’d have to... Continue Reading →

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