Uncle Jack

Kayla had long learned to see past the veneer of truth to the deeper story whenever her Uncle Jack was visiting and recounting what had he had been up to since he’d last been in town. It was surreal to her how he expected her and her parents to trust his multitude of lies, and … Continue reading Uncle Jack

Balance

They warned not to be consumed by vapid things. Those vapid things would only be the beginning of an utterly meaningless life, and their villainy would trickle down into even the center of your being where the deepest wells of intangible value lie. So I believed that even the little things could not abide within … Continue reading Balance