thank goodness for moonlight
Friday Fictioneer Wrapped like a mummy, nothing visible but a nose. Rustling sounds outside keep us awake. We know it is nothing dangerous, a chipmunk or squirrel, but the sounds are foreign, just enough to…
Friday Fictioneer Wrapped like a mummy, nothing visible but a nose. Rustling sounds outside keep us awake. We know it is nothing dangerous, a chipmunk or squirrel, but the sounds are foreign, just enough to…