I love a good short story.
I especially enjoy tales of mystery and the unexplained. The kind of story that, after reading, finds you tucked tightly under your blankets, the door slightly ajar, to allow just the smallest sliver of light into the room.
My stories, The White House and The Tall Grass, were both originally published in the wonderful journal, Hunger Mountain.
I hope you’ll find they’re just this kind of tale…
