2.7. Best Laid Plans

Brandon felt the splatter of the August-stiffened grass beneath his sneakers as he broke into a jog across the back yard. He wasn’t sure if his pace was quickened by a desire to catch Kyle before he had prematurely sprung the trap, or so as not to miss a single moment should he blunder into…

Is This the Real Life, or Just Fantasy?

In about one week, this website celebrates its first anniversary. A lot has happened in that time. With 60 posts, 54 of which are short stories or chapters of my continuing saga, a lot of characters have been born, and numerous fantasies have been penned—well, typed—into being. I’ve come to learn a lot about myself…

2.6. Seized

Brandon’s blood was a hissing metronome is his ears as the RAV ascended the slope toward the farmhouse. Seeing Kyle today was far sooner than he had planned. He doubted the patch of ground he had painstakingly churned for the occasion was sufficiently saturated from just one summer downpour.  He had envisioned testing it himself—even…