“The last thing I remember is walking out of that place, alone, wearing a bright orange jacket.” “Is that really the last thing you remember?”
One Stop Before (PT 2)
One Stop Before
She was wearing the brightest, orange jacket I’ve ever seen. Brighter than one of those reflective vests worn by construction workers spotted on the side of the highway or road. It was painfully bright and oddly shaped. A single-width puffer jacket with roughly 16 crevasses that started just under her armpits and stopped at the... Continue Reading →
Day 2
It may come as no surprise to many reading this that I enjoy drinking, and making, beer. For those who don't know me - the cat's out of the bag. I'm not talking fruity malt beverages or even a golden liquid that resembles beer, but is more water than beer. Forget the light beer, or... Continue Reading →
Kristina M. Nasuti