Former truck driver, current warehouse clerk. Reads a lot, sleeps too much, enjoy music

Short Fiction

First sightings

“So, there I was, walking through the forest from Timmy's house. You know Timmy, right? He's in Mrs. Folsom's class. His dad owns the hardware store. Anyway, me and Timmy -”
“Timmy and I... [+]

Qualified Button Fiction Spring 2019