The Urn
I pulled into the forty-dollar-a-night motel parking lot around seven p.m. It was that time of year when rain fell through the air like wax in a lava lamp, big…
Serialized Fiction from Modern Authors
Here’s where we do Mystery and Detective stories.
I pulled into the forty-dollar-a-night motel parking lot around seven p.m. It was that time of year when rain fell through the air like wax in a lava lamp, big…