by Carolyn Waggoner | Sep 26, 2017 | Fiction |
What you grinning at, monkey boy? I sigh imperceptibly and close my gilded eyelids without a sign. Why is it that men of a certain age with pale, knobby, varicose-bedeviled legs insist on wearing shorts, socks, and sandals whenever and wherever they vacation? Or the...
by Carolyn M. Crane | Jun 19, 2013 | Community
The neat thing about a flight delay is that you get to know the community that exists on any commercial plane. The grandma from Kansas, traveling with her grandboys to see her son, their father. The woman up all night gambling in Vegas. The businessman who had a beer...
