The short fiction of j hardy carroll
Your good mood will you mind if it doesn’t last forever? When you get laughing you must know it all has to end sometime spun sugar stays fluffy only as long as it stays dry but sooner or later you find out it’s a rainy climate The Daily Post
“Am I waking you up?” “I had to get up anyway, Dad. The phone was ringing.” “Ha. Listen, I need you to do something for me.” “Name it.” “I need you to come over and shovel the walk.” “Now?” “Yes, now. Before your mother wakes up.” “It’s four in the morning.” “I know what time…