Hey Seabass!
When it was too late, “Freedom. It doesn’t exercise itself,” is what I wish I would have left on the counter with my tip, but the thought didn’t think itself until I was back in the truck where I could hear myself think. Dammit.
Category: Short Stacks
Quick reads, scenes, scenarios, riffs off the cuff, or perhaps even a rant if you’re lucky.
Broken Stack
I hadn’t learned about them in school yet, numbers less than Zero, but by the time I learned to count to Ten I knew that, naturally, they were there holding the rest up. Zero wasn’t doing it all by himself. Or maybe he was. He was certainly capable. Unique as …