[Pride In Horror Month] – Three String Jack: A Short Story

I strummed my travel guitar idly as I stared into the dark canopy of the forest.  The heat haze of the summer evening lay heavy upon us. Even after sunset the humidity thickened the air, and the scent of our skin brought the mosquitoes. I slapped one from my arm. I canceled a show forContinueContinue reading “[Pride In Horror Month] – Three String Jack: A Short Story”