Norman leaned forward and reached into a thin briefcase. He pulled out a manilla envelop and lay it in front of me. "The Gamblers", I said, reading the black writing scrolled across the front. "What’s this?"
Writer
Breakfast at The Cottage: Redline Mayhem
But I’m not a writer… you may be thinking. I’m not a storyteller. That’s crap. We’re all both.
Breakfast at The Cottage
The Cottage as it was on our first meeting A few years ago, I completed a work of "fiction" called Breakfast at The Cottage - a tale about a young writer who befriends an established writer. A few times a week they meet for breakfast at a small place on the Manasquan Inlet called The … Continue reading Breakfast at The Cottage