Francis Ouellette
Stories (2/0)
THE SHITTIEST SAILING TRIP ON EARTH
You can call me Frank. A couple of years ago, having little or no interest in pursuing a relationship that was heading nowhere, and nothing particularly exciting going on in my life, I thought I would accept my girlfriend’s invitation to sail about for a week on the majestic Lake Champlain. It seemed as good a time as any to determine if I would leave her or not.
By Francis Ouellette3 years ago in Confessions
THE OUTSTRETCHED HAND
There is hardly anything alive left. Except insects. Their proliferation is actually quite staggering. The vegetation grew exponentially lush in the past few years. Sometimes I can see glimpses of a few birds flying by, but since I don't have any control over my head movements, I can’t really look at them properly.
By Francis Ouellette3 years ago in Horror