The Man at the Spring

   I grabbed my water bottle off its hook and slammed the door on my way out of the apartment. “Men are so unreasonable, who needs them?!” I muttered as I rode through the streets of…

aka Home Sweet Home, aka Small Town Stories

Prologue 
    I took one look and joyfully pronounced to my friend, “It’s perfect!  I’ll take it!” 
“Are you sure?” she asked. 
“Yes!  I’m positive.  It‘s just what I’m looking for.” 
    My friend…