Roger stared at his new cufflinks with a grin. They were a perfect match for the grey pinstripe suit he […]
Tag: short fiction
Clandestine, Part Eight
Ten Months Later Half an hour to midnight. Chances were, it was going to feel like fifteen seconds at the […]
Clandestine, Part Seven
There was a knock at the door; Mae. She let herself in, sauntering in coolly and tossing me the clothes […]
Heatstroke
It was the worst seat in the church. The view was fine, and he was far back enough that he […]