It’s Only A Story
The train hurtled through the darkness – and the countryside, all black, rushed imperceptibly past.
“Tell us a story, grampa,” Dean said, “a scary one.”
An eyebrow raised, Charles set down his teacup. Read the rest of this entry »
It’s Only A Story
The train hurtled through the darkness – and the countryside, all black, rushed imperceptibly past.
“Tell us a story, grampa,” Dean said, “a scary one.”
An eyebrow raised, Charles set down his teacup. Read the rest of this entry »
