Tickle My Pickle

“Come along,” it’s right over there, Pickle pointed thataway while jogging. Cherry panted behind her. “I… don’t… can’t… this uphill is killing me…” “Ain’t you a runner, lassie?” Killie asked with her thick accent. “I’m a sprinter, not a marathoner!” Cherry complained, breathing hard. Killie had a glint of sweat Read more…

Recovery Building

There was something about that building. Nobody could explain what it was, but the facts were irrefutable: If you wanted to recover mentally or physically, going in there made the whole process quicker. Much quicker. Jacob’s bag felt too heavy for him, especially in his condition. He made a stop, Read more…