The Lost Highway

A story inspired by this week Writers Island prompt - lost highway. It was a night for goblins dancing on the roof. Angel couldn’t see them but she knew they were there. Pounding, thrashing, banging all night. Unrelenting. It was usually the way of it. Just when you craved a bit of silence the wind... Continue Reading →

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