The Gallery is a bit of balderdash that set Pete, the Swede, and their women off on a wild goose chase across the universe which eventually became The Perihelix. And I wrote it ten years ago! The fact that it’s
Friday Flash Fiction – The Gallery
Chuck Wendig was a little late with his challenge this week, but fortunately I read the brief and thought of something pretty much straight away. “The borderlands expire thanks to the hundred violins.” “A poetic pattern retains inertia.” “The criminal