After a tidy Scotsman gets jilted, he disappears in a fog and must figure out where he’s gone, whether he’s dead, or whether he’d rather be dead than be in Pennsylvania.
I Say Hamish, and You Say Amish
Cutting Too Deep
(500 words) A vase gorged with lilacs revealed a frenzy of white in the freshly waxed wood. Cutting the lilacs, polishing the coffee table. When Sarah was a school girl, she did certain rituals for her mother without complaint. She also groomed her pony and filled his oat bucket without reminder. Sometimes her mom asked... Continue Reading →
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