Papa Randy’s Diner was a classic. Customers sat in bright-red booths. They gorged themselves on overflowing baskets of fries and meaty, palm-sized hamburgers. The waitresses—all young women in their mid-teens to early twenties—wore cotton-candy-colored shirts. Their matching skirts rested flirtatiously, just above the knees, accompanied by their white, half-aprons. The color of their uniforms stood out against the checkered floor of the diner, where the waitresses scurried about, as they took their customers’ orders, and served them…
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About the Author
We live in a cruel and unfair world, overcome by suffering. I write to provide temporary relief for myself and my readers. In the worlds of my stories, justice is true, kindness is real, and adventure lives on. I cannot fix broken relationships, fill empty pockets, or satisfy the greatest of needs, but I can offer empathy through my characters, and a short-lived escape into worlds where happy endings are not beyond reach. I transform emotions into words and words into stories—that is my gift from the Creator, and I consider it my responsibility to use that gift to benefit others. Not everyone will benefit from my writing, but some will, and for the sake of those—be they few or many—I write.