↧
Softly Into the Gloaming
Terry Whidborne: Sunday Sketch 53 We all have confessions to make, secret deceits, hidden sins. They weigh heavily, like red welts raised on our disfigured souls. I have my own confession to make, one...
View ArticleAngel Watch
“Why do they call them Angels, then?” The old man spat, a lump of phlegm quivering on the dirt beside him – he turned his attention back to the gun he was cleaning, eyeing down the barrel. “It’s the...
View Article