One Fine Day: Mystery Short Story
by Maggie-beth Rees
You always were a little weasel, starting with your days as a juvenile delinquent.?
I tried to reason with you, but you were having none of it.?
You always were a little weasel, starting with your days as a juvenile delinquent.?
I tried to reason with you, but you were having none of it.?
“To be consumed by our overlords is our heart’s desire,” said the teacher. “It is not an easy path, nor is it painless. Especially not painless.
“Some are never chosen at all. In their shame, they will lie forgotten in the dirt, slowly dying as the sun beats down upon them.