mark william smith
I have been writing now as a hobby for 20 years.
One day I was playing with my friends and it seemed like the next day, I woke up in the hospital bed. My dad noticed that rather than playing with my friends, I was sleeping more. I didn’t want to eat, my stomach hurt and then the doctor visits began. The doctors would lean close to me and speak in friendly voices. I didn’t really understand what they were telling me but I began to realize I was sick and they were going to help me get better.
A HAND OF CARDS
Bill leaned back in the wooden chair, tipping it onto rickety legs until its gravity passed center and it floated slowly backwards, tapping against the rotting, grey boards of the general store. His hat was pulled low, creating a shady place for him to hide his eyes while the sun showered a blazing glare on the land.