Ah, Christine. Hair the color of a field of strawberries and skin white as cream. My ears always delighted in her lilting English accent, honeyed by, I presumed, from growing up in Yorkshire. Bright blue eyes swept the room, quickly taking in the surroundings. Never missing a detail or overlooking a need. She would sweep … Continue reading Brotherhood
Author: Greg Miller
Best Worst Day Ever (Part 6 — The End)
Best Worst Day Ever (Part 5) Chest heaving, Matt stumbled up the sidewalk. Head swimming from exertion, he paused and caught his breath. Bile filled his mouth, and he spat. His stomach lurched, but he breathed deeply and caught himself. If only it was possible run away from his thoughts. With leaden feet, he climbed … Continue reading Best Worst Day Ever (Part 6 — The End)
