School pictures for 2021
Category: Stories
Autistic Squirrel: Dead Squirrel Edition
Darkness. Gloom. Deep mourning. Despair. An intense sadness. All hope is lost. These thoughts hang like a fog from the seat behind me, carried forward like fingers of the Grim Reaper as Rosalina whispers: “Someone died today”. It was a travel day and things had been going fairly well. A few interesting turns over some…
A matter of midnight importance
It was a gentle, warmish November 1st night. Halloween had just passed and things no longer went bump in the night. All the kids had gone to bed and had already become acclimated to the nice dark rear bedroom. Chimsta and I were winding down ourselves (in the bright main room) when suddenly the back…