“California (Scary) Dreamin’ ” Chapter 6, Excerpt 15, The Archangel of Hamilton Beach

When I got home, I could see my breath in the apartment, it was so cold, so I jumped into bed and huddled under the blankets. I kept my new sketch pad, pencil, and fishing pole close beside me. Michael’s alarm clock on the dresser said a quarter to twelve. My birthday was almost over. … Continue reading ““California (Scary) Dreamin’ ” Chapter 6, Excerpt 15, The Archangel of Hamilton Beach”