New – Free Reads: Empty Glass

With a sigh of resignation, Sally clicked off the headlamps and sat, arms crossed, in the white noise of the storm; collecting her thoughts. Childhood memories of campfire stories about rural axe murders and haggard, old men with hooks instead of hands bubbled up in her consciousness to take shape and loom at the edges of vision in the dark outside her rain-streaked windows. She twisted the knob that brought the headlights back up and pushed the lurkers deeper into the blackened depths, clicking the radio into action warding off the silence which seemed equally menacing.


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