Mike Garrigan
Joined December 2021
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Stories (2/0)
The New Parliament
A sharp wind tore down Wall Street and Felix ascended. His barn owl wings cut the crisp air as he sailed by and in between the glass towers. He landed high on a ledge and spied the sidewalk. His keen owl eyes peered through the street lights and straight to the pavement, looking for the slightest signs of movement.
By Mike Garrigan2 years ago in Fiction
The Rope
The air smelled of stale smoke and cinnamon. Patrick Bates walked along the dirt driveway that ran from SR 667 to what used to be his grandfather’s house. A large rectangle of broken cinderblocks outlined the ghost of a home, that miserable home where uncomfortable summers and awkward Thanksgivings still lingered in Patrick’s mind.
By Mike Garrigan2 years ago in Fiction