He couldn’t afford to be seen.

Ever so quietly, he peered at his target, lying there, unaware of what was to befall her. Continue reading “Three is a bad number” →

“Leather or cloth?”

Can’t I go for something else? Continue reading “Choices: Flash Fiction” →

“You need to stop, Earl!”

Jus…one….more…. Agatha. It’s SOOOO good. . . Continue reading “Intoxication #FlashFiction” →