Boo
“It was getting very late when we came to a certain house that was not at all like the others on its block.” –from “Boo,” by Richard Laymon October is in the chair, as Neil Gaiman might say — … Continue reading
Tag Archives: Fragile Things
Reading and the Full Corn Moon
There’s an enormous yellow moon hanging outside my place tonight. The crickets are shrilling in the bushes, and the lone streetlamp in my dark little street is flickering insanely, about to give up the ghost. An inside source tells me … Continue reading