Stone the Crows
Stone the Crows Pffffftttt. Nothing. Pfffffffffffft. Susan, in the bed next to his, reached down to the floor. He heard a click. The lamp went out. Oh. So, electricity, then! The lamp had looked too ancient for that. Oil, surely. Well, maybe Scatterbrook Farm wasn’t quite so ancient. Still, no WiFi….. John lay down in … Read more