The Werewolf Before Christmas – 3

I stared at the Jimmy Stewart lookalike. On the list of the oddest things I've had people say to me, being threatened with meeting Santa Claus . . . you know what, it barely cracked the top fifty. I said, "Come out here. Keep the hands up." I took a couple of steps back. I handed... Continue Reading →


The Werewolf Before Christmas – 2

Weldon nudged me toward the diner's door. I had some options. 1. Pivot to my left. Use my left arm to knock away the gun pressed against the back of my head. In my favor: preternatural quickness and strength. 2. Drop into a crouch. Kick back with my legs. Take out the old man's knees.... Continue Reading →

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