Some hauntings demand terror. Others just demand coffee.
Tag: coffee
Per My Last Sip
By cup four, Burt was in space, the chicken had wings, and I was sweating coffee. The story wrote itself. I just held on.
Some hauntings demand terror. Others just demand coffee.
By cup four, Burt was in space, the chicken had wings, and I was sweating coffee. The story wrote itself. I just held on.
The CJBuzz 