Stand Alone

The next morning the storm was over, the water had receded, and it was time to start picking up the… [See More on Patreon]

I started moving first, pushing past several people to get to the front door. The crash was loud enough it sounded like part of the top of the building had collapsed… [See More on Patreon]

I ignored Mom and everything else the rest of the day, and worked on getting everything set up for the wedding. I’d had Tara send me over all the instructions and, while a lot of the supplies would be brought over the next day, I could at least use what we had and get the […]

Tara picked me up at six thirty the next morning in her Bronco and by ten till seven the hardware store lot was full. We got one of the last flat carts and followed the crowd to the back, where the plywood was stacked by the panel saw and shrinking… [See More on Patreon]

I was on my fifth trip back down the wooden stairs when the Bronco rolled back into the lot, and Tara parked next to the box truck. I’d spent the whole time she was gone, which was longer than I expected, to work up my apology, feeling like a jerk with each… [See More on […]