#shortstory

Five in the morning; the days of intense heat are over. The tree leaves, painted yellow playing with the cool breeze that begins to seep into my very bones. It isn't cold yet, but anxiety masquerades as

English A Disturbing Game “Deal the cards, Joy. I’m ready to win.” Tom rubbed his hands together. “You’re the biggest loser I’ve ever met. You haven’t won a single hand so far. Haha.” Willy picked up his