Short Stories

Breaking Bread.

The sunlight tangoed across the dusty dashboard. Her fingers tapped to the tune of “Crazy,” by Patsy Cline. “No one sings it quite like you Patsy,” she said aloud to no one in particular. Her window was down, the dirty western air clambered in to greet her skin. “You’ve got a lot of nerve showin’… Continue reading Breaking Bread.