Chocolate Malt and Fries

The old man stepped inside through the front door of Snuffy’s, the local malt shop, and was inundated by the tantalizing aroma of seared hamburger and crispy french fries. His mouth started watering immediately. It was Thursday afternoon and, like every other Thursday in past memory, he made his way to the front counter. “Sit

Maybe I’ll Grow A Beard

Rob peered out from behind the Sunday sports section. Across the room he observed his wife Shelia, doing some sort of handwork with tiny needles. Crocheting, maybe? He didn’t know. Had no clue. Didn’t care. She was dressed in a teal blue, floral print skirt and a white peasant blouse. Her auburn hair was pulled

The Mosquito

My arms were propped on my wheelchair. My wife Karen had rolled me onto the back patio saying, “It’s a beautiful June day, Jake. Time for some sunshine. You’re starting to look a little pale.” She smiled at me, a little joke between us since I don’t get outside like I used to. I’d always