The Author’s Cave March Horror eZine is here, and features yours truly! (and a bunch of other talented folks as well, of course)
Lost in thoughts of love and longing, Shawn carried the backpack he had retrieved from Jenny’s house earlier in the evening to the closet when a strange odor wrinkled his nose. Puzzled, sniffing the air, he followed the odor to the back of the closet.
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