Flannel: Short Story Part 4 of 4

She began putting her gear into the pack with careful precision. Every ounce counted. Her toothbrush was missing most of the handle, which she sawed off herself. One of many dedicated feats for the commitment ahead. Shannon was setting out for a hike through of the Appalachian trail, starting in Chattahoochee National Forest, located in... Continue Reading →

Flannel: Short Story Part 1 of 4

His hands were rough and he smelled like dirt and rotten peaches at the end of every day. Gary Henderson was a laborer, and an old one at that. His wife Nelly and he lived in a small house owned by the orchard and farm they tended. Nelly minded the main house and the Whitmore... Continue Reading →

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