The Rant

By Chris Bunton Jane threw her bag of groceries and her purse onto the counter. She stopped for a moment and placed her hands over her face. She just stood there in her perfectly modern kitchen. It was large, with plenty of counter space, and just the right colors. It was obviously remodeled recently. HerContinue reading “The Rant”

Last Train to St. Louis

By Chris Bunton Mike awoke to the sound of his cell phone alarm. He threw open the sleeping bag, rolled over and grabbed his phone, silencing it. “Get up kids! We gotta go!” He yelled. Three kids moved and groaned in their sleeping bags, scattered around the small empty bedroom. They started to rise andContinue reading “Last Train to St. Louis”