You’re a good person (MB #7)

I woke up with a knot in my stomach, a sensation that something was wrong. Perhaps all the wine I had drank the other night was taking its toll on me. It only took me a few seconds to remember why I had started drinking in the first place and my stomach churned in disgust…

That place in the mountains (MB #4)

So, here I was! In front of I what I could only describe as one of those big, red farms you see in movies with horses in the distance and cattle grazing on green pastures. The place was huge and looked as if it had been passed down through generations. The red paint had slowly…