Take Away the Fuel and Out Goes the Fire

It was a calm autumn afternoon as the sun approached its full vigor. In the far end of George’s backyard, dead undergrowth and loose debris had been piled up pretty high. A short time before, his dad had lit the pile, and it wasn’t long before its flames engulfed the odd collection of twigs, leaves…

Anger Management

“That idiot! Why, I’ll run him into the trees!” Geoff exclaimed with violent passion. He eased his truck up closer and closer, until he was just a couple of inches from the car that had cut him off moments earlier. Eighty-five, ninety-five, one hundred—the speedometer kept climbing on Geoff’s truck as he attempted to pass…