The Superhero
Oct 6th, 2010 | By Patricia Carragon | Category: Short StoriesLinda thought she was dreaming. She panicked, yet couldn’t intervene. Her strength and will weren’t part of the plot.
Linda thought she was dreaming. She panicked, yet couldn’t intervene. Her strength and will weren’t part of the plot.
A teacup reader at the Gypsy Tea Kettle once saw a peacock in the bottom of my cup.
Once upon a time… No! No! Not once upon a time but February 14, 2002.
The townsfolk claimed that Jacob’s daughter was cursed. Her mother birthed her at a late age, having numerous miscarriages afterward.
The Brooklyn street would have been empty, but it wasn’t.