A short story about drinking, dancing, and the oh so great millennial life.
We walked down the paved pathway. Dog and girl. Her red leash jingled. It was definitely not a gorge or even a forest; it was barely even a park. The path circled the perimeter of the tiny field and swing sets. We stopped midway and entered the secluded dirt path. It wasn’t a hiking trail, … More It was Our Spot
Here’s a short story about an embarrassing incident where a man faints at a fair.