October 31st was the last day that I worked for the bullet manufacturer. I knew things were going sideways, not because I failed in my performance, but because the wind had changed and I could see that I was no longer going to be needed. I had done too well in setting things up and …
Snow Blind
relationships that never break dreams melt into mud as temperatures rise cold solitude like empty cardboard wrapped in solace like the skin of a drunk man praying for release