Few Hairs and The Torteless

So that’s his game! The old man sat there with a brick for a phone pressed to his hairy ear. He squinted, strained to hear whoever he talked with, mouthed spittle-infused words. Oh, he was good. Really good. But it was an obvious ruse. He turned and gave me that glassy-eyed look only the elderly […]


 I really shouldn’t,  Or perhaps I should?  My mind’s a mess  Though solid wood.  I want to try,  I really do,  But fear I shouldn’t  Because of you!:  To touch the fire  May scorch with pain  But if I don’t  It’s all in vain!  So that’s the end  This should shall take  I’m off to […]