Waiting for the Tide

Steven had a truck: a big pick-up, a little beaten with paint flecking off, but he wouldn't drive anything else. Until that night he watched the weather report. His state of mind was slightly altered, in the way fish were a little wet. When it was done, he stared at the television, blank screen reflected... Continue Reading →

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