Fiction in Motion: Even the Best Intentions — Part I

  “Come-along, come-along down to the courtyard; Come-along back where it all began,” a deep baritone voice bounced off the narrow alleyway’s brick walls. But the man, hands deep into his coat’s pockets, was barely registrable over the ruckus from the crowded establishments of Cod Row. It was a seedy district, particularly at night itContinue reading “Fiction in Motion: Even the Best Intentions — Part I”