Fred Miller real life stories short stories Sunday, August 4, 2013 Impulse by Fred Miller <i>A boy reminisces about his childhood best friend and their hunting trips in the cypress swamps, in Fred Miller's sad story.</i><br><br> Sometimes when I hear the shrill call of the kingfisher echo through the cypress swamps, I'm sure it's his scream I hear. And the mists that rise and curl in contorted shapes are a reminder of the look on his face when the shot hit his belly. Often I come here to… Read more Labels: Fred Miller real life stories short stories 6 comments:
