Storygram #200
He’d already sold his boat to afford her birth. Not to mention proms, college, and someday a wedding.
Storygram #160
Quincy took a deep breath and reached for the stack of cards, struggling to keep his eyes focused enough to guide his hand. He had entered the tavern with 18 pieces. Now, most of it was either in his bottle or on the table.
Storygram #151
Bananas were her favorite fruit because she had grown up being told to eat one every day, which she did. At the grocery store she frequented, they always had great bananas. She would take her time deciding on just the right bunch to bring home.
Storygram #133
He had been raking for an hour, making mound after mound, but his grandson’s jumping enthusiasm seemed to only be increasing. Watching the child play kindled a long forgotten memory that he had abandoned decades ago—youth.
Storygram #125
There are some spaces that you just remember. Your experience within them was so intense that you can recall the smells, sounds, and every detail you saw, right down to a misplaced string of fabric in the seat where you were sitting.