Floundering Over A Cafe Breakfast
“You look happier.” Jill’s words are careful. Her tone mild. It’s what she doesn’t say that stabs; “Wow, you really hated your mother, didn’t you?”
“You look happier.” Jill’s words are careful. Her tone mild. It’s what she doesn’t say that stabs; “Wow, you really hated your mother, didn’t you?”
It was fortunate vampires were hard to intimidate, for Gulthrug was taking the prospect of turning his orcish bakery into a tearoom as well as expected…
“Bessie!” Doris tilted her head back so she could beam from under her beribboned straw hat. “I thought you weren’t coming, this year.”
“Money makes the world go wrong.” That’s what granddad always used to say. I didn’t understand until after he died…
It’s a truly peaceful night; a light rain patters on my roof and everything, for once, is completely under control. Then the door to the basement rattles.