Tag: bud

It seemed they were going to be friends for the night
When they were gone it would be something that had never happened
He wants to be ready for next time
What do I do if there’s a gator?
I beg your pardon?
As he kept reminding me, he was twelve years older than I was
The house smelled of dusty carpets
The points of the compass are like money, which has value only because men say that it does
The universe does not understand up and down
The band of children following them grew louder
He, of all people, knows what’s real and what’s not
To strive, to seek, …
… to find, and not to yield
Now something funny happened inside of my head
People came here to hunt in the autumn
The roadside ditches were full of jumpweed and slashberry
Save the pancakes for later