The second Sunday of December had been set aside for the town’s Founder’s Day celebration for as long as she could remember. White bulbs clung to every branch of every tree in the town green. A fat Christmas tree, covered in strings of large red, green, blue, white, and yellow bulbs, stood in the...
~Southern Proverb “And why would that be?” Johnny asked, propping his hands on his hips and stepping back slightly. “I don’t take kindly to folks messing with what’s mine, that’s why.” The bully took a step toward Johnny, back into his personal space. “Look, it’s been real nice dancing with you...