I stood back. COVID, you know. He was clad in wrinkled Khakis, a cracked brown faux leather alligator belt with a tarnished buckle, and old shoes; his coat looked like it was warm. The silver metal-framed eyeglasses showed signs of unsuccessful attempts at home repair. Tape filled the gaps where bending— one too many times—…
Author: Tim Cotton
In the darkness, Ellie lurks.
My three o’clock in the morning epiphanies are brought to you by the shadowy outline of a black dog with ears perked in a manner that makes you believe that she is about to ask a question. She doesn’t; she just continues to stare until you begin to question your own life choices. While you…
Cleaning Windows
Cleaning Windows I am new to the world of blogging. As a matter of fact, I will attempt to never say blog again. Everyone blogs, some vlog, many will slog; I just write stuff. Sure, I’ve been writing on Facebook for a long time, and the platform has been good to me. But, as I…