The Wolf in the Garden

I entertained myself today by writing a story for one of my honorary nieces, whose truelove just done her wrong.  In case it might amuse you, here it is:

For Maude Baggetto

It was dusk when I finally drove into the city of W–.  A series of mishaps had dogged my journey, making me feel almost as though the Fates themselves were conspiring to keep me from my destination.  First, the cloak of fog that engulfed the airport and delayed our flight by nearly four hours,

Fog surrounds the Airport

and...