Category: Short Fiction

  • You’re Going Home Now Mr. Hanover

    “That’s weird”, I mumble as I finish chewing a bit of toast. “What’s weird?” Anne asks sleepily, as she turns a page of the morning paper. “Well, you know I look at my phone every morning to check the weather and the traffic…” “Mmhhmm,” she replied not really paying any attention. “So… you know how…

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