CLOAKED

 


Cloaked in silence, enveloped by a cloying gloom, Death stood in the Great Hall’s cavernous doorway, waiting. For what or for whom, he wasn’t quite sure? In fact, death’s whole day had been one catastrophe after another, the chemical plant’s toxic spill, the motorway pile-up and now a mystery corpse.


 •  0 comments  •  flag
Share on Twitter
Published on October 13, 2017 08:02
No comments have been added yet.


Postcard from a Pigeon

Dermott Hayes
Musings and writings of Dermott Hayes, Author
Follow Dermott Hayes's blog with rss.