Category Archives: Kaston Griffin

I met her on December 26th, 2002. I tripped on my words and felt sure my chin was wet with drool. At the time, I had no idea I’d be seeing her increasingly over the next few years and eventually … Continue reading →

Henry Burton chucked the whiskey bottle out the farmhouse door as he came in, aiming loosely for the glass bin, and plodded into the kitchen for another.  Briskly, he patted the cigarette smoke from his jacket, snatched a bottle off … Continue reading →

I’m so happy! The sun shines and the flowers bloom! The Lord be praised for there’s nothing happier than to-day’s happy day. Press a gun to my temple and let petals burst from the warm barrel and penetrate me with … Continue reading →

Minerva admired the ocean from her house overlooking the bay, the old lighthouse standing next to her right thumb as she held her fingers in the shape of a frame. Often the wind at the edge of the cliff blew … Continue reading →