The Last Spooky Story
Let me weave the story you wish…
Let me weave the story you wish…
I was surprised to get a knock at my door, and shocked it was a postie. All the way out here? But it only got stranger…
Another failed casting? I don’t understand…
Kevin wished he’d gotten to cook with granny, like everyone else. At least her recipes lived on.
Beth told herself she was imagining the sideways glances. Mourning in isolation was clearly doing funny things to her head.