Kerwyn Argyle

The wind howled outside his hovel as Kerwyn Argyle ladled the last of the pungent stew into his bowl. It was going bad, but the thick glop warmed his innards nicely that December evening. It was a thankless job, being the cemetery’s caretaker, but Kerwyn didn’t mind it. In fact, he took pride in his occupation, as did his father […]

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Delores’ Porch

The Daily Post   Delores had more dead friends than live ones. How unfair life is, she thought. You get close to someone and then they die. What was the point? Was there one? And the worst part, the saddest most baffling thing of all, was how nobody seemed to notice. A person loses someone […]

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