Boondock Ramblings

Flash Fiction: The Open Road

They would leave together. Hand in hand. Alone, yet together on this journey. She was leaving behind all she’d ever known. Her mother, sweet and tender. Her father, hard and stubborn, yet she knew he loved her. The… Read More

Writing prompt: when the wealth didn’t matter

He kept the gun in the hutch behind the Tiffany Sybil Claret Wine glasses that had belonged to his grandmother. There were 20 of those ridiculous glasses, worth $100 each. Wealth, wealth and more wealth. It was all… Read More