How to Catch a Muskrat
By Dale Angel
It was a shameless pond, sending seductive invitations by way of a gentle wind pushing wavelets carrying diamonds across the water. 318 more words
He’d find my car that gets lost in the parking lot.
And when I’m waiting with my blinkers on, and a little car the looks like a shoe box on roller skates drives under me and gets my spot, he’d remind me how serious a parking lot homicide can be. 452 more words