Short Story Competition
The Barometer Bush
“Don’t bother checking the forecast,” my grandfather always said. “Check the sage out front.” Grandma would only smile.
Short Story Competition
“Don’t bother checking the forecast,” my grandfather always said. “Check the sage out front.” Grandma would only smile.
Short Story Competition
We pick the girls up and head down the road, but I quickly remind mom that we can’t go to the lake without first stopping by Mr. Cleary’s truck to get a watermelon. He grows the best yellow meat watermelons in the state of Texas.