A Full Moon
A shrill wind whistled through the old house. She pulled the curtains to one side to look out the window. There was a full moon high up above the houses opposite. How apt. A creaking floorboard interrupted her thoughts. She turned round as Julian entered, a knife in his hand and blood on his clothes.
“Hello Julian” she said coolly.
1 Comments:
Hallo!
Your blog is very easy to writers on the web.
My novel hotel-molotov is in http://hotelmolotov.blogspot.com
jayadvaita das, brazil.
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