It is my father’s birthday, and I spray magic on his tombstone, expecting not resurrection but cleansing Surprisingly, the dirt falls away, and his name becomes clearer: I wait for half an hour as instructed, then do it again, and…
Thank you to the two people who responded to my few paragraphs last time and said they would like me to continue with the story. As this is a surprisingly high number of people even reading my posts, let alone…
Here where the road ends (So long, Mary Ann) the blood-red moon shadows the thin lighthouse and I am faced at last with that long-approaching menace, unable to answer questions because your face is blurred Back in Ward 14B they…
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