http://slow.writerscafe.org/nathanking1997 The original writings of author deamonicgrin en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776000659 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 it was a hot summer day. Lucas sat on the sing out front of a small house. The house house like all of the other houses in the neighborhood had cracked paint, this one was once a shade of yellow but the rain had washed most of it out and was now much more pale. Weeds had over gown the lawn except wh.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nathanking1997/1397694/