Last Night I Dressed in Tails Pretending I was on the Town. Pt. 2 of 4
a horror story
Ed lit a new cigarette from the butt of the last. The day weighed on him like a wet blanket. Nothing different about it, that’s just how it felt. Maybe it was the Myra figure he’d finally found, and maybe it wasn’t, but that wasn’t for him to say.
So he didn’t say anything at all. The rocking chair groaned as he sat, …
