Fannie Poteet sat cross-legged on her Uncle John’s front porch; her favorite ragdoll clutched under one arm. The late afternoon sun shone through the leaves of the giant oak tree, casting its flickering light on the cabin. This golden motion of light entranced the child and she sat with her face turned upward, as ifContinue reading “Hobnail”
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The Cellmate
The rays of the sun glistened through the mist as it rose between the mountains, covering the landscape with a wet cloak. Squinting his eyes against the shimmering light, Andy Sturgil stood in awe of the morning’s glory. The dew made everything on the ground sparkle, and reaffirmed his belief that this was truly God’sContinue reading “The Cellmate”