Baba’s Secret Ingredient
The crusted top layer of snow crunched beneath Leigh’s boots as she stomped along. The sight of her breath in the air, the sting on her cheeks and the straps of her pack cutting into her shoulders through her heavy coat all served as gentle reminders that her friends—normal people—were still tucked into their warm beds with no intention of …
Coffee Date: A Short Story
Posted by M.A. Brotherton on Sep 8th, 2016 in My Stories, Short Stories
The buzzing sounds of the coffee shop filled Shaw’s ears. It was busy and crowds were good. Crowds meant avoiding a scene. The nervous twisting in his stomach told him it might not be enough. The stakes were too high. This was his last chance. “You sure you wouldn’t rather do this at the house?” Callie asked as she sat …