In the besmirched darkness of his hut, Travis finished mixing and stirring his recipe for which no name yet existed. He cautiously relocated the amber liquid from the blackened iron pot to much smaller vials, filling a half dozen with … Continue reading
I’ve learned that goodbyes will always hurt, pictures can never replace memories, and words can never replace feelings.
Winter nights in Nickel Ridge were colder than most places as it rode the side of a Mountain range. Still most nights were clear and when the snow came, the ground became alight with moon and star light. Pine … Continue reading