The first thing I noticed about him was that he always favoured the bench nearest the ornate water fountain, the one at the furthest point of the park’s circumference. Continue reading
By Mark Kuglin
Quinn’s avarice should have been obvious. His mendacious mindset and irresistible charm overrode Mary’s caution which created a willing victim. Had she really been paying attention– and not allowed her emotions to run unchecked– she would have seen right through him.
Grandma sent me a Trumpy Bear and I don’t care. I don’t even like him, don’t like his comb over, don’t like his fake everything. I already threw him in the trash. He’s over there in the corner, stuffed in the can, face down and big ass up, ready for the crusher at the dump. Continue reading