The sky was a swirling gray and blue, the lake a deep and cloudy emerald green. The dock had been freshly painted. Whistling trees of muted browns and greens permeating with fresh pine surrounded the lake. And by the lake, a house. A pair of beat-up New Balances lay staggered across the fresh coat of … Continue reading Toby Hartwell Is A Creep by Lyo Doyle