Up Round Where We Begin Again

Angus Craddic was in a barrel. He hadn’t always been in a barrel but now, in this moment, he was vividly aware that he was, without a shadow of a doubt, sitting in something that very much resembled a barrel.A scotch filled barrel Deja vu danced around his thoughts and the act of rubbing his … Continue reading Up Round Where We Begin Again →

Up Round Where the River Bends

Angus Craddic was in a barrel. He hadn’t always been in a barrel but now, in this moment, he was vividly aware that he was, without a shadow of a doubt, sitting in something that very much resembled a barrel. How Angus became trapped in this uniquely horrible boat, bobbing its way down a … Continue reading Up Round Where the River Bends →