The Last Phone of Gravestone Street

The man remembered the phone clearly. He remembered the way to the Gravestone Street like it was only the day before that he wandered behind the cemetery to the stone-covered roads. Twenty-eight years ago he was eight, and the vision looked like an image from a fantasy book. An empty road, between the grey cemetery …

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Week 1 – Mud Water

This story is the first one of the #52weeks52stories challenge. You can follow my progress on the stories on Twitter and Instagram!   Ed only saw the puddle of water in the middle of his room just after almost slipping on it. The young man, almost in his thirties, followed the trail to the short …

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