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 away. Don’t make ruckus here”. It was met with louder, Read more…