This one hurts and awful lot and I love it. I can't explain that right now, but I think you understand. One puzzle piece: I was never believed, either. Thank you for this story. ♥️
I read a couple of your stories the brother Jim ( UofDH ‘82) and my other brother’s son ( my godson) Jack last night while we sat at my most likely brain dead brother John’s bedside in Virginia Beach. Told them a little about you & saw that TV reading. I tell people about you all the time. Good luck. 🍀
Holy hell, J. My heart’s beating way too fast.
That street that child that sliding motor cycle that split second reaction we’ve all had and regretted- but this one soaked in guilt, pathos, blood.
Thanks. I think this one goes in book 3
You should need a license to write like this. Amazing
I'll get a damn license if an income comes with it.
Great story. Reminded me of The Dollmaker for some reason. My favorite book. Sad, tragic, and hopeful too. Thank you.
If it reminded you of your favorite book that's a win
That was a truly wild and amazing, fascinating, horrific story.
It was like watching a wreck in slow motion where you can't look away even though you want to.
Wow!
It felt that way to write it
HOLY FUCK
Yeah, I'm pretty happy with it
Wow. Poor Asten. Poor Ernest. Poor motorcyclist. That’s serious stuff!
This one felt good even though it was dark
This one hurts and awful lot and I love it. I can't explain that right now, but I think you understand. One puzzle piece: I was never believed, either. Thank you for this story. ♥️
I know the story carries pain but I felt like the truth of it was necessary
Whoa!!
I read a couple of your stories the brother Jim ( UofDH ‘82) and my other brother’s son ( my godson) Jack last night while we sat at my most likely brain dead brother John’s bedside in Virginia Beach. Told them a little about you & saw that TV reading. I tell people about you all the time. Good luck. 🍀
Damn. Thanks and good luck with the family stuff. I'm sure it's tough.
Belated thank you.