Burglary at the Creamery
True Story Winter’s last gasp attacked mid-April, after a week-long tease of seventy-degree days. Ice cream season was in full swing at the Torrington Creamery with extended store hours. Jessie and I had the 4-8 P.M. shift. Darkness descended early on our fishbowl. Unlit, the parking lot was a black hole. Howling wind hurled unseen…



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