The haunting was all in her head, all in her head, she thought, but what was that sound—scraping, something trying to make its way out, scraping—coming from under the bed?
Friday, October 30, 2020
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A blog in honor of Ernest Hemingway's continual search for the perfect sentence. Now in a new and improved haiku format!
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