Short Fiction
Introductory Short Story
Bill Holly had a bad feeling when he woke up in his Laketown apartment that evening. It wasn’t just the hangover, there was something else. A vague sense of loss, of pain, but not inside him. It was outside of him, somewhere out there, beyond the four walls of his bedroom, on the street or in the subway, or perhaps in another similar apartment across town. (more...)
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