Chapter 1

I need to do something here. I have changed the content of this thing more times than I can to count. I have been kicking around a "story" for some time. I may throw notes up here and see where it goes.


The sun shone bright and warmed his face as he stood looking out over the front yard. He looked at a thermometer and saw it was 75 degrees. “Sunny and 75”, he thought to himself, “it should be a perfect day.” He took a step off of his porch and proceeded down the sidewalk turning at end as if heading toward downtown.

Winterrowd Station is a quaint little town nestled in the rolling hills of Southern Indiana. Sleepy may be too ambitious of a word to describe it. Its inhabitants seem more concerned with the goings-on of the local basketball team than anything. Well, with the exception of what those sons o’ bitches in DC are doing to the little guy.