Peter Learn

Chapter 1
It was a cold day, the type of day that made you want to stay in bed with a Mickey. Spillane that is. It was the kind of early autumn day where the snow that had fallen virgin white and covered the street’s sins was melting under the hot sun, and was now a tainted grey-brown sludge. ‘Good riddance,’ I thought as I watched it and the chronicles it carried flow into the sewer. I knew too ma Read more of this blog post »