Short Psychological Horror story.

The struggle to break into our teen years is battle against far more than just harmones.

Where ole where, can our little governor be? Where ole where can he be?

This short story tells about a boy’s adventures during what was historically called the trail of tears.

A love story.

About how nice the land and people down south are.

She was a devil though the truth be known. Some of this I was not aware of in the beginning but was able to piece together over time.

The New Yorker Club is exactly as promised and is not the usual Honky Tonk bedlam I am used to in the Carolina. The place is dark and appealing with a quiet band playing slow dance music. Our conversation is soothing with low-key laughs and smiles all around.