Flash Fiction

Specter Salvage

“Here we go around mulberry bush….”, filled the air with disembodied sounds. “Peter, let me join”, said Hannah. “No stopping”, answered Peter mocking. Hearing this, she howled like a banshee. Mrs Pinto emerged to give a dressing-down. “Fractious bone-stacks, go Read more…

By Anagha Yatin, ago