New Story: The Ghost of Christmas Past

The clock ticks too fast toward midnight. And not fast enough. Curled in the recliner in front of the cold fireplace, I chew my nails down to the quick. I’ve sat sentry every Christmas eve for the past five years. I always hope it’s the last, but it never is. The Ghost Of christmas past/paulineContinue reading “New Story: The Ghost of Christmas Past”