An Adirondack Trap Door by Edward Pontacoloni

“Well, that was the strangest thing,” he said. “It’s gonna snow,” she said. “The old hermit told me that I would find it there,” he said. “We could get five to eight inches,” she said. “Who said that it’s gonna snow? In August?” he asked, emphasizing August. “What did the old hermit say?” she asked. … Continue reading An Adirondack Trap Door by Edward Pontacoloni