I’ve been reading through the books I have (paperbacks and audiobooks mostly) with some success….

Little boxes, all standing in a row. That old song was running through my head again….

Click, clack, clunk. Each of the deadbolts were secured….

The sea air blanketed the beach in a cool comfort. The white caps broke gently on the sand….

There She stood, the Siren, the Guidelight, the Landmark….

The bugs were different up there, resting on my perch eighty feet above the rest of the world….

Hello? Are you there? Can you hear me?…

“You know what you have to do, so do it,” Coach said….

The trees looked the same as they had the day before and the day before that….

They sat across from me at the next table over. Their backs to me….

The mind wanders after a few hours alone on the road…..

The old man’s fingers shook, arthritis flaring up again. He looked over at Leah hustling behind the bar….

I’m here. I’m waiting. I’m inside….

Way back in 2009, I was an English minor at Thiel College in Western Pennsylvania….