The Hanging Stranger

From the lamppost something was hanging. A shapeless dark bundle, swinging a little with the wind. Like a dummy of some sort. Loyce rolled down his window and peered out. What the hell was it? A display of some kind? Sometimes the Chamber of Commerce put up displays in the square.

© 2015 Positronic Publishing (E-raamat): 9781633848078

Väljaandmise kuupäev

E-raamat: 20. märts 2015