Credit: www.wallpapersgalaxy.com The Capillarity of Truth The bedside table was ringing. No. The phone on the bedside table was ringing. Jim fumbled in the dark and pressed the cold, plastic receiver to his face. “Hello?” he said. “Jim. It’s me. Lance.” Jim sat up in bed as a flash of lightning illuminated waterey veins crisscrossing... Continue Reading →
The Capillarity of Truth [Mystery Short Story]
smiles in the sky 