How can I remember his snake’s name and not his?
His snake was named Percival the Pirate.
I remember his pale skin and terrible dye jobs. 220 more words
Notes: This week I decided to revisit Van and Bobby from a previous week’s flash fic.
The sight of Van in well-worn jeans and chaps never failed to made Bobby weak in the knees, so when he suggested they take a few days to camp out under the stars and check the fence on the far west side of the ranch, Bobby didn’t stop to wonder why. 566 more words