This week’s short story takes us from a science fiction crime-fighting adventure to banshees in space. Welcome to Screams for the Dying.
People die, when I scream. They were going to die
anyway, and their deaths cannot be averted. It makes me afraid to make friends.
It makes me happy to work alone. even when I’m part of a team. We are the
elite, bounty hunters and protectors, on permanent
Published on November 18, 2019 09:30