Tag: hellhound
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The Hellhound
I arrived at the diner breathless. My best friend Katie had texted there was an emergency. Dropping into the booth across from her, I gasped, “Ok, I’m here. What’s wrong?” “What are you wearing?” That was not the response I expected. “What I was wearing helping my father clean out the attic. I didn’t know…
J. Rusolo Ward 