a new short story
Here's something I wrote on a gloomy or a series of gloomy Mondays......
THE DROP
By Garry Robinson
They stood in two lines, their special outfits laid out before them. A look of concern on some. A nervous apprehension on others. A wave of nervous chatter as one by one their stories evolved. John, in his 70’s, you would say, greying or balding, either one would describe it. Signs of scraped but healed skin, perhaps from a previous adventure, but a friendly face just the same. “ So what brings you here this sunny day” he said to the young couple, Sarah andRead More...
