I’d been in the queue for days. Something about a technical hitch with the soul detection monitor at the main desk. They were having to
Just caught a stinking cold. Been tracking the blighter for days. First got wind of it last Tuesday, running wild in the local school. Then
“But doctor, what about this voice in my head?” “Stress, Mr. Carson. I’m going to give you a sick note for two weeks. I suggest
The instructions had been clear – ‘Load your cases onto a trolley. Then, with the castle on the hill to your left. Head straight for
Go on, you know you want to. What harm will it do? Look at those pretzels. Don’t they smell yummy! Or what about a big,
“Remember.” I whispered, “We walk across the bridge, dead quiet, not a whisper. Got it? And no stopping for a quick peep over the edge.