“There’s a man out there.” His wife’s voice floated in from the front room. It was always floating in wisp-like from some room or other.
“Oh?” he said.
“Yes,” she said.
“A man?”
“Yes, a man. Watching the house.”
“This …
Short fiction by Kurt Einar Armbruster
“There’s a man out there.” His wife’s voice floated in from the front room. It was always floating in wisp-like from some room or other.
“Oh?” he said.
“Yes,” she said.
“A man?”
“Yes, a man. Watching the house.”
“This …