THUMP – (day 1)

by

Jim Bronyaur

THUMP.

            Harold opened his crusted eyes and sighed.  It was another present.  Another gift he’d have to stare at, think about, and then get rid of.  That time of the year when the weather fought between cool and cold and rain and snow, when people flocked to stores like hordes of zombies looking for that material love to give… (Read More)

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