The rain, deluge is a more apt name for it, stopped around noon. Hank stood on his porch, next to a knotted piece of cedar that helped hold up the porch roof, and looked out at his project. Yesterday, he had managed to dig the trench, lay the line, and cover it up. Today, the... Continue Reading →
Like a Venn diagram, Hank and Jayson circle each other, drawing closer to their next interaction.
Hank Tanner loaded his roll of pipe into the back seat of his truck, along with his fixtures, and then drove to his house. The humidity seemed to hang in the air like a wet blanket, much akin to the sins of his past that weighed heavy on his mind. A few years back, Hank... Continue Reading →