3:00 A.M. – Short Fiction

It was one those nights, Ned was tossing and turning, and restless. He looked at the alarm clock, and it read 3:00 a.m. He decided to get up, put his clothes on, grabbed his keys and cigarettes, and went for a walk. The air was warm, and the stars were shining. It felt good toContinue reading “3:00 A.M. – Short Fiction”

Thoughts From A Tired Mind

hot searing sun broiling the desert not a house or any building to be seen for as far as the eye can see carcasses of long ago dead animals litter the ground rattle snakes hissing scorpions and black widows crawling seeking to bite and deposit their deadly venom no water to be found not anContinue reading “Thoughts From A Tired Mind”