454 words rarely said to my old man. Because some things are easier to write than say aloud.
Tag: Short Story
When Peter Met Arnold
The day started like any other. Peter woke to his mother calling his name, ordering him to get up and join the rest of the family for breakfast. He yawned and pulled the pillow over his head to deafen her calls and block out the eye-piercing sunlight shining through his bedroom window. It was the … Continue reading When Peter Met Arnold
