Call Me Ishmael

https://dailypost.wordpress.com/dp_prompt/call-me-ishmael/ Standing amid the neon lights of our town’s Memorial Day fair, I spotted a small tow headed figure in the distance, waving furiously to me with one hand while clutching something I could not quite make out in the other. As he approached, I spotted a small plastic bag held tightly in his fistContinue reading “Call Me Ishmael”