Hello dear readers. Here’s a brief look at the upcoming short story “Serial Comma.”

 

The back door was ajar, so Murlow stepped up on the stoop and pushed it full open. No body lay in the kitchen, but where there ought to have been a white tile floor was a shallow blood swamp, like some horrible toilet of carnage that had backed up and flood the place. “Shit.” he took a step back, and some of the blood lazily followed him onto the stoop before sliding into the street.

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