The Sender by Tom Baum
He was a young man and not in his right mind. Other than that, he wasn’t sure of anything. The skin on his hands was wrinkle-free, white as no-fat milk, two heads taller than the cars rolling past, and his scratchy [...]
Letter from the Sunset Limited
December 28, 1999 L.A. Dear P_____, Here I am on a train, double-decker type, sign called Los Angeles by my window, two seats by myself, half-empty train with folks less anxious than a plane, and I've decided to write this train [...]
The Pleasure of Writing
By AA Milne Sometimes when the printer is waiting for an article which really should have been sent to him the day before, I sit at my desk and wonder if there is any possible subject in the whole world upon [...]