That Christmas Eve
I sometimes wonder how they came to be ghosts. We’ve had them every Christmas Eve
I sometimes wonder how they came to be ghosts. We’ve had them every Christmas Eve
This was written about 20 years ago (2003). It has many flaws. Despite them, I really like this story
This story is almost 30 years old now. I’ve tweaked it over the years
Neil Young was singing about Alberta and strong winds, and I was getting into a relaxed mood
I saw a reference recently to a Drabble, a 100 word fiction piece. It reminded me that I had one.
Description has never been my ace card. I don’t think that way.