Original Writings

A Red Letter

September Red Riding, This seems very unusual. Seriously, who writes letters these days? Virtually nobody. But then today, there he was, sitting in his room, listening to those raindrops that fell on his window. For something so small, so delicate, they were quite loud. And, quite persuasive. Persuasive enough to make a psychopathic canine pick… Continue reading A Red Letter

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