I first published this post in 2013. My children are now grown, but my brother Max still has the same effect on, well, just read the post.
Tag: Max
Short Story Sunday: Perfection
Maxwell drove down the coastal highway, roof open under the stars and the cool night air, thinking about his life as a top of the
A Dog
Yesterday I saw to coyote pups playing behind my house. They were so precious playing just like dog puppies. They’re still small, about the size
Short Story Sunday: For Sale
The Real Estate agent had left. The house was in great shape for a 95 year old structure. The decorating was impeccable so no extra
Short Story Sunday: Night Call
Max pulled off his shirt and looked in the mirror. “Damn,” he said to himself. It wasn’t that he was incredibly good looking, which he
Short Story Sunday: Lighthouse
Lighthouse A story I’ve told before. I will tell it again tonight. 1880 He’d been found in the ocean, wearing a formal jacket with tails
Vampire Maman 