Moccasin Storm Drain



One October weekend, the garden turned apple-candy red, and matched my ’32 Coupe.


Photo Courtesy of Grammar Ghoul Press
Photo Courtesy of Grammar Ghoul Press

Dreaming of Pirates and Cowboys

Image Courtesy of The Blog Propellant
Image Courtesy of The Blog Propellant


Annie looked down from the wall of straw and saw Evan asleep in the hollow stack of hay bales where he had carved out his “clubhouse”. She knew his journal was in there with him and that he had undoubtedly been penning another adventure when he dozed off. Silently backing down the ladder, Annie decided to tell his mother that she didn’t find him in the barn either.