shortstory – Billy Bronco is telling you

The Raven

By most measures, I was an unusual child. I kept more company with animals than with people. There were cats, rabbits, budgies, pigeons – and a raven. The cats and rabbits offered comfort enough. The Barbary dove, which I included in various amateur conjuring tricks, had its place. Even the budgie, a gift from an elderly aunt,Continue reading “The Raven”

Arnel

When I grew up, I had an uncle. I had several, but this story is about my uncle Arnel. We weren’t related as such, but I still regarded him as my uncle. I was not related to his wife either, so how I came to consider him to be my uncle is unclear. Either way,Continue reading “Arnel”