Monday, December 14, 2015

"Anabel" by Adam Trodd in The Molotov Cocktail

So, I hang the skulls of my murdered kin on forked sticks and I face the twilight. It was my name that was cut into their cheeks and foreheads before they did them all in, so I know those fellas will be back for what they couldn’t get the first time. Read story here.

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