Stories

The Mosquitoes Protect the Trout Mackie stood at the sink and sipped from his cup. Coffee in the morning… that first sip dissolves the night fog. The boys were spread across the room in various stages of dress. Chippy was still in his jeans and work shirt, but half asleep sprawling sideways across his bunk. […]

There appeared out of the blowing snow a team of four horses harnessed to a strange wagon. Each horse was dressed in a chestnut coat, white socks, and a white striped face…all with dark brown manes cascading across a powerful neck. Plumes of steam shot rapidly  from their nostrils as they came to a sharp