She’s had her heart smashed in two by a certain gang or two They left her out to die. But she played them all at their game; and came out smelling like a colt. A colt 45 swinging from her thigh and she just stood up and owned it. All the barn walls came tumblingContinue reading “Gall Stones”
Short stories, poetry, and excerpts of God's healing
Purple Pennies 