Month: July 2013

Initially, the boys in the office thought the baby cigars Ron Krunge was handing out was a joke. “No siree,” said Ron, a decent, swell upstanding guy. “No joke. It’s A Wraith!” Was it a boy or a girl, the guys asked. “Gee whiz, fellas,” said Ron. “Read the cigar. Me and Margie had a … Read more

The air in the saloon was still; heavy with the scent of whiskey, and quiet as a church, save for the steady squeaky of the bed frame from upstairs in Miss Kitty’s room. And the tick-tock of the grandfather clock in the corner, beside the broken mahogany player piano, which was obviously quiet. And the … Read more

And lo, it did come to pass that Spazz didst open his cupboard, expecting to be greeted by sustenance as might quell the noisy beast of his hunger. But naught did his eyes perceive in the way of consumables. For verily, there was a dearth of any container as would reflect photons of light, whereby … Read more