Freelance writer

Evil, a short story

It starts with a sound.  K-thunk, k-thunk, k-thunk, k-thunk, slow and rhythmic, like a basketball on a cement driveway.  At first it is a soothing sound, a mother’s heartbeat, the gentle creak of a rocking chair.  But soon, it becomes annoying, like that gourmet popcorn you liked so much at Christmas. You ate so much […]

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