Brad Holly's (bradshomesearch) Blog

Another installment of some short stories written by a friend for just some light reading. What is a fall day like? Let me share with you.  I step outside my house onto the porch and breathe deeply. The smells of fall are all around me. The woodsy wet leaves in my front yard from the morning dew....

Going to bed in the fall was always my favorite. I would brush my teeth and wash my face. The mint from the toothpaste would always make my mouth feel cold. It was inevitable that I would wake in the morning with dried toothpaste at the corners of my mouth. I never knew how that always happened. ...