Redneck Press with Fried Chicken and Coffee

Arnold walked up the newly-plowed dirt road, feel­ing the brit­tle cold on his face, look­ing ahead at the cross­ing framed by high, clean snow banks. He knew that a week was prob­a­bly not long enough to stay away, but he was tired of wait­ing for the bus by him­self. His aunt would just have to […] ↓ Read the rest of this entry…