Ander's Zombies Ch. 6
"You're welcome," Delia says. The words leave her lips like the chewed cud of a falcon's remains as she stands there, spattered in blood, tar, sweat, glass, tears, and dried urine in the middle of a cracked concrete street sprinkled in shards of...
Ander's Zombies Ch. 5
Hi all, went through a period of moving and in general, being way too busy to be an arteest. Enjoy! The cabinets in Delia's kitchen were white pine, purchased three years ago when she was still married as part of an extensive remodeling project that...