Mister Comfort
First time writer. Long time reader.
Mister Comfort
First time writer. Long time reader.
First time writer. Long time reader.
First time writer. Long time reader.
John humored the idea that someone was home as he knocked on the door of the old Bridge Bury house. He slammed the old brass knocker into the wood 3 times. Knock! Knock! Knock!
Everyone knew this place had been abandoned 20 odd years ago. He would know best, having lived next door for the last 15, but he went the through motions anyhow.
“Perhaps there was a squatter,” he thought, “or maybe a re...