Donald McCullough

Joined February 2022

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The Front Porch
Hearing the clanging of the wind chime outside and the rumble of thunder always reminds me of both my mom and dad. But it’s when I’m drawn outside, to sit on the deck and listen to the falling rain, that I realize I am truly my father’s son.
By Donald McCullough3 years ago in Families
A mole in Big Tony's organization
I hate this fucking sauna. Steam so thick I can’t see. Sweat running into my eyes. But this is where the boss likes to conduct his most private affairs, so here I sit. The heat drains my energy, so I recline against the wall and close my eyes, just for a minute.
By Donald McCullough4 years ago in Fiction
It's all I can do
"It's not fair," he whispered. We sat silently together. Side by side on a park bench by the ocean. Staring out to sea.
By Donald McCullough4 years ago in Families