Faith, Fiction, Friends

Stares at the shutters, broken, dangling awry on one screw, moving with each gust of wind, breeze, unpainted, paint peeling, we...

Runs his hand over flaking paint, yellow chips breaking from the sill, adhering to his fingers, dried edges slightly jabbing o...

She asks him what it was like, how did you, do you live that. And he shrugs, but not before a gleam of pain escapes his eyes and shudders...

No, it wasn’t my car accident; our friend and Pleasantly Disturbed Thursday founder Duane Scott is recuperating after a car accident yester...