White Trash at Flat Rock

Almost daily, I meet up with a group of people to walk our dogs at a lovely reservoir called Flat Rock. The dogs and people are quite a cast of characters. “Someone just has to write about this,” one of the walkers keeps saying.

So, here we are. The people, dogs and some events are based on real life. The story morphs into fiction along the way. I have an artist on board who plans to do illustrations. Chapters are short and sweet, since we are so used to reading bits and pieces of things through all this new media.

I’ll post a chapter here and there. Enjoy and let me know what you think.

Anne