Chad Time

Chad Time

by Nate Ealy

I have to tell him this time.

Sam Simon thought as she closed the front door.  Her blonde hair was pulled back in a ponytail and she had on the normal attire for the grocery store, a t-shirt and jeans.  In one hand, she had a bag of items for supper and in her other was her purse.  She took her shoes off and set them on the mat by the door.  Continue reading