Every week I write a short story. Here's the one from this week. To view the short story, please click on the Read More button
MY FATHERS ANTIQUE SHOP My father named Philbert ran an antique shop In the town of West Brine. Sometimes I worked behind the counter Dealing quarters nickels and dimes. My father named Philbert ran an antique shop In the town of West Brine People came from all over To stand and wait in line. My father named Philbert ran an antique shop In the town of West Brine. One day a masked man came in the shop It was clear he had had too much wine. My father named Philbert ran an antique shop In the town of West Brine. The drunken man said he would burn the place to the ground Claiming that it was time. My father named Philbert ran an antique shop In the town of West Brine. Then the masked man lit a torch Made from wood and twine. My father named Philbert ran an antique shop In the town of West Brine. The man threw the torch to ...