 The room is hot as a witch’s cunt and reeks of secrets.
If you’ve ever walked into a dirty hotel room and wondered what you’d find if the walls could talk… you may be focused on the wrong modality. The strange old housekeeper at The Big D Motel has an entirely different way of probing for a room’s skeletons, a method much more toothsome. New short fiction, Stains, now available through Infernal Ink Magazine in print and e-book. Comments are closed.
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