“I’m a little bit obsessed with Mabel,” confessed Alice Murphy, without a shadow of shame.
Lakeside Apartments were already drowning. Hurricane Irene just held it under a minute to finish the job.
We got more than we bargained for with our rented cottage, and a little less than we expected in the ghost town
Locomotives that had roared across this track were named things like Black Dinah, Moxie, and Bombazeen.
We spent our first day imagining how this cottage began, made up as it is of three unique little boxes, and whether it’s finished.
There is a man in a grey suit who smiles freely and greets guests on the banquet level some late evenings. I haven’t had the pleasure of meeting him, but there’s time yet.