Tyler Means
Stories (2/0)
The Crazy Lady in the Polka Dot Tie
The Drink Shop hid on the corner of two remote streets of Old Town Alexandria, its worn, painted brick often going by unnoticed. Its wooden door displayed a little sign reading ‘OPEN’, barely hiding the peeling lavender paint underneath. A message was painted on the window outside, artfully curled on the tail of each letter: There’s a story in every bottle.
By Tyler Means3 years ago in Wander
His Note
I wear a sweater today. The kind that’s knitted tightly with cream wool and falls down to the knees and well past my wrists. Perhaps I am hiding something under these sleeves. Perhaps I am masking the damaged skin that puckers when it scars or the calluses on my fingers. Perhaps there is a ring on my third finger that I prefer not to show, or a decrepit black notebook in my arms.
By Tyler Means3 years ago in Families