Ticket to Ride by Audrey R.L. Wyatt
Surgery done, the ride slammed to a stop. The cancer was removed and I was pronounced cured.
Surgery done, the ride slammed to a stop. The cancer was removed and I was pronounced cured.
The clerk was stringy and gray. “I recommend the Jesus diet,” she offered, as we explained our goals which were, mainly, for him to outlive cancer. “You eat onl...