The Plan by Frederick K. Foote, Jr.
The Plan by Frederick K. Foote, Jr. Dusk is settling like doomsday creeping on clawed feet. I slip on human and animal shit as I’m scrambling toward the House. The House is safer, and...
The Plan by Frederick K. Foote, Jr. Dusk is settling like doomsday creeping on clawed feet. I slip on human and animal shit as I’m scrambling toward the House. The House is safer, and...