credit: B Miller
Last month, I kicked into the new year with fiction, posting Part 1 of the short story Bird Of Passage on the Supernatural Underground.
Today I’ve posted the second and final part:
“The following morning was grey and overcast, threatening rain, and the house was so quiet I thought Debbie must have already gone out. “Fry up time,” I said out loud, and broke some eggs into the pan. I was buttering the toast when Debbie appeared, yawning mightily and looking pale above a man’s old...
Published on February 01, 2015 13:04