Observations of The Urban Spaceman


Another flash-fiction piece for Mr Chuck Wendig’s latest challenge. From Beyond The Veil It was a dark, stormy night. Naturally. It was the sort of night when people bolted their doors and pulled down the storm shutters over their windows. When woollen blankets, that smelt of mothballs and grandma, came out of storage and were wrapped around shoulders, held closed around shivering bodies by chilled hands. The wind had a way of… Read More