Wednesday, August 3, 2011
This month's story is twice as long, two thousand words. Guest writers get twice the space, and all it costs them is as many beers as David can drink, the next time they meet him. So that means I have to go to Scotland, land of the deep fried haggis burgers and rolling green. I plan to make that trip soon. They invented Scotch, didn't they? Anyway, the story is "The Forest for the Trees," set in my home turf, Branch Brook Park, during cherry blossom season. Hop on over for a '70s tale of guns, young love, and muscle cars racing in the night.
The Forest for the Trees
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