| A collection of short stories. I dreamed dreams of days gone by, from the thirties to the present. Enjoy a few lines from some of the stories, and relish in your dreams of days gone by: Just beyond the pine grove, poised to pounce like a famished wolf, laid land-devouring suburbia. – The truck hit the water with a "WHOOSH," and skipped twice like a flat rock. – God, I despised this man. – Moving through life like a clumsy visitor – "Grandpa, ain’t you got no dirt?" – Now,… |
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