Third Law – Chapter 29


I wasn’t in the mood to accompany anybody. The fact that they had left me out of Sylvia’s funeral cut deeper with worry that things were working against me in faster base than I could control. I couldn’t sleep and what little I could steal was filled with nightmares that kept waking me up every other minute. I checked the clock like a mad man and when it finally began lightening, I was down on my porch, legs rocking over the edge of the bench, drumming hard against the wall in the back. Continue reading “Third Law – Chapter 29”


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