mystery

It is a quiet night in Cashton. It’s a dirty little place out side Atlanta. I got here last week sometime. I walked along the side of the road not looking for anything in particular. Its gotten real quiet since I got here. It’s like all the people I saw last week seamed to have vanished into thin air. As I walked along I thought back on the week past.  read more »

The waitress could tell that the man was a smoker as soon as he entered the diner. The overwhelming scent of ozone and nicotine hung all over him like the smell of death on a hospital patient. He paused after entering through the front door and looked around nervously before pulling up a chair at the counter. 

“What can I get you?” the waitress asked.  read more »