If you missed the flash fiction story “White Horses” last week, you can read it below before I get to what happened behind the scenes while writing it. White Horses Lenie gazed at the waves and imagined Adriaan beside her. In one hand she grasped her hair, broken red strands caught on her wedding ring.Continue reading “Behind the Fiction: White Horses”
The exorcist arrived two hours late.
“You know how they are,” Josephine said, wiping her hands on her apron. “And they don’t care about what happens in the small towns.”