I Remember Everything, Stories

I Remember Everything: Chapter Three

“Damn place doesn’t have any sour cream and cheddar chips,” the young man grunted, leaning against the counter.  He was carrying a soda and a chocolate bar.  Looking straight at Bo, he grinned wryly; it was more of a grimace.  “I bet this stupid candy’s stale.”             Bo didn’t answer.  The young man had an… Continue reading I Remember Everything: Chapter Three

I Remember Everything, Stories

I Remember Everything: Chapter Two

Figures.             There wasn’t anyone in the gas station.  It was open, but the counter was deserted.  Bo glanced to the window, his beat up car looking lonely beside the pump, then back to the register.  There was a jar of ring pops (twenty-five cents) on the counter, and he grabbed two, fishing a couple… Continue reading I Remember Everything: Chapter Two